Wow. What absolutely amazingly cheerful spring weather in New York. Just two days ago, I remember, I opened my window, stuck my head out and looked over at my neighbor’s rooftop wisteria tree which had only one immature baby wisteria flower. And today, with a warmer temperature, the tree is wearing about twenty plus flower hats. One purple hat links to the next one, all equally beautiful, belonging to one mother nature. Right now, I’d really like to be a wisteria tree, the feeling of being a plant or flower. OK! Let’s do it!