I love Springtime in Atlanta. It’s my favorite Spring anywhere. The whole world changes: the air is crisp, but warm. The trees are in bloom. Everything smells green and fresh. Unless of course you’re talking about the Dead Shrimp Trees.
This is what I call the Dead Shrimp Tree. Beautiful, no? I love Dead Shrimp Trees. From a distance, through a window and over the internet they are quite lovely. It is only when you smell them that you begin to wonder if you’re not really present and that you’re actually passed out in a Red Lobster bathroom. Why do these trees smell like Dead Shrimp? Why do I keep capitalizing Dead Shrimp? These things I do not know. But this phenomena needed to be mentioned. I am glad I mentioned it.