Over the last three days or so, the Angsana trees I came across had clusters of tiny yellow flowers peppering their crowns. Sadly I had no opportunity to photograph these trees as I was not able to stop by the roadside or the light was fading. At lunch yesterday, I parked my car in a carpark that had tall, mature Angsana trees and noticed that most of the tiny yellow flowers had fallen to the ground and were carpeting parts of the pavements with their petals. As I walked to the car after lunch, I could see that more petals were being brushed out by the gentle breeze and were descending on the cars like tiny snow flakes against the backlight of the afternoon sun. How beautiful it was to witness that scene. I did not have a camera with me but if I did I would have taken a picture that I could turn into a painting someday. Today, as I was passing by those graceful giants on my way home, I looked at the tops of these trees hoping to see some flowers but there were none. The Angsana trees have lost their blooms but what is loss if you know that flowering, though neverlasting, is nevertheless something that will be repeated for as long as there is life in the trees and zest for life in you. There is always another time.
Found a picture taken last time - May 2005.