I would love to be sitting under my Emerald Queen Maple, watching as it flowers and leafs out. I love swinging as the wind blows and seeing the clusters of tender green flowers, looking so fresh against the cerulean sky. I could sit here all the while it takes for this miracle to happen. Most people would say this is a waste of time but I am kind of twisted. What could be more important than slowing down (or speeding up!) to the rhythm of life?