Spring and summer are my favorite seasons of the year. The heat doesn’t bother me so much, probably because I grew up in a hot, humid southern climate. Growing up in the small rural town of Greenwood, Louisiana, we had a Mimosa tree in our back yard. One reason I love our present home so much is that we have a Mimosa tree here, too, and it is located in the same spot in our backyard as the tree in our yard in Greenwood. That tree was a wonderful climbing tree, and all four of us kids spent hours up in the Mimosa. For a few weeks each summer, pink fuzzy blossoms filled its branches. Lovely. Anyway, when summer arrives, I find myself watching our tree for its blossoms to appear. Mimosa blossoms come late in the spring, not early like Cherry Blossoms or Dogwoods. When the Mimosa blossoms appear, I am inevitably taken back to my childhood summers. Big, fat bumble bees love the blossoms, and the bees were a common sight around the trees. I noticed that about our present tree, and remembered. Today, I shot pictures of our tree loaded with Mimosa blossoms. I was a child again, excited about the summer that lay ahead.