As closely as I have watched throughout my life, it took years for me to realize the first reds to grace the tips of maple trees are actually tiny flowers. It was in my early 20's, when I was tested for allergies I became aware of them. This also explained why the first hints of spring would leave me bed-ridden for a week. They are such tee-tiny blossoms, yet their pollen can absolutely debilitate me. With knowledge comes power & I have learned to remain functional throughout their lengthy blooming time.
I live & work in close proximity to our area NASCAR track & during race season, we listen to the distant, comforting drone of the track. It is one in which "the Big Boys" often test their cars prior to Cup series, short-track races. One Friday, as I headed home from work, the roar of racing engines overpowered my craving for an afternoon nap. I knew that I would not be able to sleep as the engines would continue to beckon me, so I purposefully drove a tad out of my way to stand right at the fence & watch the boys run. Local drivers were out practicing for our season opener, but it was no less exhilarating than if it had been a Cup driver.
I was able to stand right at the fence & spend my afternoon amid the excitement of the near deafening roar, the wind & the amazing smell of rubber on hot asphalt.
"Gentlemen, start your engines..."
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