For the past week I have traveled, almost daily, beneath a large, single cherry tree. When this week began, the tree was subtly bedecked in pale buds, but slowly, coaxed by rain showers, sunny days, and a warm spring, the buds have burst into bloom. Today they are glorious pink pompoms, and the first few petals have begun to fall.
In March the soft rains continued, and each storm waited courteously until its predecessor sunk beneath the ground.
- John Steinbeck
Red buds and crab apples are blooming too; my walk today is almost entirely beneath pink and white arbors. The sky is grey and towering with storm clouds, as it has been for several afternoons this week. But with the warmth of the spring air, the blooms on the trees above me, and the delightful scent of new grass and damp mulch in the air, the grey skies don't seem threatening at all. It feels instead as though this dim spring day is wrapped in a grey down quilt of clouds, and it makes today the perfect day for a Thoughtful Walk.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now, / Is hung with bloom along the bough
And stands about the woodland ride / Wearing white for Eastertide.
- A. E. Housman
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