The Mimosa trees bloom during the middle of the summer, after the time of flowering springtime trees is long forgotten. When the beginning of summer seems so long ago, but the end of summer is so far away. When it feels like summer never ends, and it will always be this way.
The feathery pink blooms that stand out from the never ending sea of green, remind me of adventures late into the endless summer evenings, and times that made me forget that winter was ever here.
On this summer evening, a bike ride towards Salem Lake led us to this secret path we had never noticed, that ended with a Mimosa tree at the lake's edge. It was one of those mini adventures I love so much, that kept us out later than expected, but it didn't matter because it stays light for so long these days.