Wednesday, 21 April 2010

The Cherry Hung With Snow

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.

Well, the hawthorn rather than the cherry, actually.
I moved here in January, when there was snow on the ground. Now I look out of my window in the morning and see the hedgerows bursting with white hawthorn flowers. Beyond the bottom of my garden and my neighbour's garden is a huge, old, tree full of nesting rooks, with a fuzz of spring green just appearing at the tips of its branches. It's spring, and the gardening season awaits.

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