My First Spring in Colorado: I miss trees with blossoms

For the first time of my life, I miss  trees with new green leaves and colorful blossoms. How strange! I never thought I would miss trees and flowers; things that do not speak, and do not walk!

Now I truly realized that I live in a semi-desert plateau at the foothill of Rockey Mountains in Colorado. Spring announces itself by dressing barren yellowish mountains with light green grasses. I wonder how long this delightful light green dress will turn yellow. No more parks with trees of all kinds blossoms. I miss clouds of white, pink magnolia in University City around Washington Unversity St Louis. Even the most common household daffolds or tulips of all colors are  rarety  here in Colorado. I spotted a small patch tulips in front of a building on campus, walking there and appreciating their beauties slowly, like a thirsty person drinking a bottle of cool water.   They alleviate my melancholy a little.

Walking back to office, I spotted our department secretary Denise was taking by a picnic table. She is native of Colordo. I wondered how she feels about a Spring with little blossoms and flowers and gree trees.

“Oh, when I travelled to the east coast, I felt suffocated seeing so many trees along highways; I feel so much more comfortable with open space,” she said.

“omg”, I thought to myself, “We are what our environment shaped us.”