Tonight, I realized that the catalpa tree in our side yard is just about finished for the season.

When it is full bloom it has a heavy nutmeg-like  scent which fills the house if the wind blows gently. 

It tells me that strawberries are ripe for picking.  It reminds me of times sitting under it with friends. 

All of this through the scent of the blossom, which lasts for the length of time that strawberries are ready for local harvest.

Creation is amazing.