It's blossom time again giving pleasure to everyone year after year.
There's nothing like the spectacular beauty of a tree in blossom.
Some trees are quite ordinary for most of the year and then at Blossom time burst forth in glorious frothy magnificent stunning displays of soft bounteous blossom of pinks and white, cream or peach. You can tell I like blossom can't you.
It doesn't last long and a sudden gusty squall could blow it all away so you have to feast your eyes on it while it's there, keep on looking at it and feel the joy of the sight of it fill your heart.
Most of the trees are still quite bare and you have to look closely to see the buds that promise shade for the hot summer sun, so the blossom stands out even more. You have to hand it to Mother Nature, it's such a clever plan. First the blossom to brighten our hearts after Winter and then the cool green leaves to protect us from the hot sun..
My poem for the day is by A.E. Housman (1859 - 1936) He must have written it when he was twenty, didn't take a genius to work out that, he must have got such great pleasure from the blossom just like we do and he knew that it had to be enjoyed to the full for the short time it lasts, each and every year.
So get out and enjoy the blossom, breathe in its' heady scent. You will find it in the most unexpected places, in gardens and orchards alike. Thank you to all those people that plant trees and shrubs in their gardens that yield wonderful blossoms to be enjoyed by all who pass by.
Loveliest of Trees, The Cherry Now
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
|Blossom behind a wall in a garden gives pleasure to all who pass by|