In the park, one hundred steps from my new home this beauty stands next to a small artificial lake. Today for the first time I saw a heron in that lake but this young tree caught my eye. I think it is a chestnut. All the flowering trees in our town are putting on their pretty dresses. White and pink they stand against the pale filigree of leaves emerging from fine branches as the sky changes from Spring blue to dark clouds. This one is like an awkward teenager, hanging down her tender leaves. I wonder if I will see one day white candles of bloom among branches that don’t look like an Ikea coat stand. She is very sweet though, no?