I took this photo yesterday, and edited it today. I'm not sure this is a cherry tree, but it reminds me of one of the best poetic statements about spring, maybe about life.
LOVELIEST OF TREES
By A.E. Housman
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.
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