When our doublefile viburnums burst into glorious bloom, I think prom. The corner at the path to the woods gate shines when the brilliant white, lace-like flower clusters run along the length of the horizontal branches; and as if on cue, our large cluster of doublefiles always bloomed just in time to add a beautiful backdrop to girls and boys waltzing around in their sparkling gowns and handsome tuxedos— long limousine waiting out front to whisk them off to make magical memories.
I have magical memories of my own. The kids are grown now; but when the doublefiles bloom, I hear Mozart playing and shutters clicking and proud parents chatting about where time goes. I see freshly painted nails clutching colorful bouquets and boutonnieres pinned with pearly pins and twinkles in eyes and glitter and curls and teenage smiles brighter than the brightest stars! I'm thanking God today for my doublefiles in a spot of this morning’s sunshine and for my magical memories.
