Tuesday, November 13, 2012
I never liked locust trees, much, starting with the name.
I suppose it's better than cockroach trees.
But I appreciated them this year, their early, thick yellow a perfect match for cabs, whose drivers believe they are invisible when parked beneath such a tree; their layered and mosaic-ed carpets on the concrete and bluestone sidewalks.
And if I remember to look up, in June, there will be bunches of white flowers. Fragrant, and edible.