Not the Quince Tree just yet, she will be lovely before long, but the tree of the moment is my flowering cherry which grows at the bottom of my front lawn. I have been waiting for the opportune moment for the past week. That moment happened this afternoon, blue skies, sun shining and blossoms at their fullest. Perfect blog candy don't you think? I do love my digital camera :o)
The blossoms only hang around for about a week before falling in a thick carpet on our drive and lawn. My daughter and the neighbouring girls sweep them into great piles and throw armfuls to the skies. Then the green leaves appear until a week in October when they all turn orange before falling to the ground. Then we have a repeat performance with the leaves being swept and thrown.
The following poem is about white cherry blossoms not pink ones, in fact I imagine the cherry trees in question are proper fruiting cherries and not the utterly useless but utterly beautiful kind I have. Whatever, it is a lovely poem.
Loveliest of Trees the Cherry Now
by AE 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