I saw the hearts dangling before I saw the source of these blooms. Making a quick right hand turn onto a side street, I parked my car and walked over to the trees. My feet sank in the spongy, too-soft-for-winter soil. Terra infirma, just like the state of our bruised world. Two spiny trees, their arms cast open wide to collect these hearts–all sizes, all colors, all patterns. An Episcopal church formed the backdrop for this love fest. All welcomed, they gathered to dance joyfully in the breeze.