I saw my first Red Bud tree when I was 20 years old on my way to Missouri to meet Bruce’s family in Savannah, Missouri.  We were driving in Kansas on Hwy 36, an alternate to I-70, and had stopped at a rest stop and in the nearby woods were fluorescent pink trees. I was in the middle of an enchanted garden.

As I drove into eastern Kansas yesterday my soul became young and full of the freshness of spring living.  I remembered many family trips where trees were part of the experience. I even called Bruce (or at least his answering machine) to say hi and remember how well we traveled together.

We have many Red Bud Trees in the Denver area. I like to believe I was part of the addition to an area  because I talked them up. However, I bet I am not the only person who has driven midwest roads and have seen the glory of RED BUD TREES.