Blooming Spruce

Thanks to cousin Mark  in his post Sex and the Single Pseudotsuga (his post titles are much cleverer than mine), I realized this morning that our Norway spruces are blooming.  Too high to photograph without a telephoto lens, the upper  branches are tipped with red cones like Mark’s Douglas firs.   He said that he had never noticed them in his 20 years of hiking and photographing nature in the Pacific Northwest.  I realized that I had never really noticed a conifer in bloom.  I looked to see if our spruces were, but Washington’s spring is much earlier than ours.  Then today I looked up, and there they were, full-blown, shining in the sun.  As one of my meditation teachers keeps repeating, “Look and see.”