Celebration of Life

Scenes, like this, of the Lebanese mountains in spring trigger lots of emotions for me.. Every spring I get this need to go back to Lebanon.. to drive through its mountains hunting after budding branches and wild flowers which scatter carelessly everywhere.. humble.. like a young beautiful girl not yet aware of her charm. It has its spell on me..
In times like this when I've been away for a long time, I wonder how in Lebanon small delicate flowers grow on stones.. how fertile are those small bunches of sand tucked into the stone's grooves to support the life of beautiful foliage and colored flowers..
When I see these photos and imagine myself standing there, I feel the temperature on my skin.. when it is just February/March, a little bit cold.. I remember the scent of earth mixed with water mixed with flowers mixed with tenderness.. stealing their way into my lungs, filling my heart with joy and warmth.

When will be the next time I enjoy the view of a fruit tree in blossom? I surely miss it.