In The Garden: Cherry Blossom
So frou-frou, so pretty. Why does nature always get the perfect colours together, blossom and leaf, subtle, and just right…
Cherry Blossom: “Loveliest of trees, the cherry now”
From “A Shropshire Lad” 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 is little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
The Windowsill: Portraits, Shadows, Rose
In the evening, the sun coming slant through the nets, reflections, shadows, caught just before I went out. I want to take some more pictures of the windwsill, but today the louring skies are back, the Leet will be overflowing across the green as likely as not, so no shadows, no light. Yesterday in the wind the cherry bloosom blowing throug the air looked like hail. I shall hie me outside to get some fresh air, and keep an eye out for a day with brightness but not too much sun, so I can take some photographs of a particular tree stump that I liked, up in the Hirsel woods. For the moment, au revoir.
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