My plum tree is flowering. These flowers smell utterly divine. In summer these flowers will transform into big juicy deep purple plums. We will delight in picking them, eating them, sharing them, eating the jam our neighbours make from them. Now as I watch these flowers from my window, I contemplate the wonder of nature. In winter this tree is bare, its resources deep within, conserving the energy it’s not getting from the sun. In spring it changes, flowers.