Scattered are they, Spring having sprung

When I was younger, I used to not like nature at all.  This is probably a common thing among city boys who adore the city, as I did not come across many who had any interest (at least not that I know of) in the wild.  Perhaps this was due in no small part to the environment which I grew up in and the people who surrounded me (and still seem to surround me, none of whom I associate with but are gathered at least in the area which I live), so my exposure and interest to the natural world was limited to say the least.

I even remember going away once to someone's home- they had a large backyard with plenty of trees.  What was my idea as a child?  To pave it all down and lay concrete over it.  What idiocy was running through my mind when I was young to have such thoughts?

I must say that I do believe that I am over that, although I am quite sure some of the wicked thoughts of my youth are still lingering about- just not in regard to nature,  Case in point to show that I have changed my wicked ways- my continuing look at the now faded cherry blossoms that are the highlight of every spring.