Cherry blossom, soft rain
Please excuse my
non-existent erratic blogging at the moment: it is the school holidays. Ideas evaporate unwritten while chores and family life take up my time. Meanwhile, the outside world grows more green and lovely every day; April is looking just as it should, with daffodils in full bloom everywhere and more flowers opening daily in the garden: hyacinths and Japonica and tiny forget-me-nots, primula and flamboyant Magnolia stellata. Best of all, the cherry trees have blossomed this week. I know my last entry was about pink flowers, but I’m going to have to give you some more. Cherry blossom time waits for no blogger, and I can’t let it pass uncelebrated.
First, the wild ones. Down by the river at the very end of March, I was thrilled to spot some wild cherries already flowering. I brought a spray home to admire for three or four days.
Don’t you think that these blossoms are exquisite in their perfect simplicity? I do.
But then, I love the cultivated varieties too. There is a new sapling in the garden which is much more pink and frilly, each blossom like a fairy’s ballet tutu.
My favourite cherry blossoms, however, are on the little tree by the garden gate: pink but not too pink, frilly but not too frilly. When I refer to cherry blossom time, this is the tree I’m thinking of.
On a peaceful April afternoon earlier this week, I stopped to photograph it and to drink in this fleeting beauty, while a blackbird’s song was filling the garden and a gentle rain was falling.
Lichen curls from the bark, its pale green complementing the soft pink of the blossom.
The flowers catch raindrops on their petals. Already the petals themselves are beginning to fall; but for now, this must be the most beautiful rain of the year.