But today I'm talking of the apple, the plum and the cherry blossoms that froth and spill over the trees in such abundance that it makes me gasp with delight every Spring.
Through the beloved (and slightly kitch) double pink cherry of my childhood-
One grew in our road in front of our house. I watched the tree through all the seasons.
Whereas this one is delicate and ethereal
I have always wanted to own an orchard, so apple blossom is a particular favourite-
('The Little White Horse' Elizabeth Goudge)
A. E. Houseman's famous poem speaks for many in finding perfection in the single white cherry
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.
I have very happy memories of playing with the fallen cherry blossoms at my primary school.
Two tall, beautiful trees shed their flowers on the bank at the edge of the playground. All springtime we would collect these and make nests in the grass full of the choicest petals and blooms and then thread these onto long blades of grass making necklaces that were much treasured.
Perhaps the double white cherries are a little over-the-top in comparison
As I walked through the orchard
I have tried through my photographs to capture the abundance of blossom-
the individual beauty of a single bud-
and the subtle patterns and grace of the flowers
What fascinated me was the subtle variation of colour from pure white to deepest pink.
I decided to try to create a piece of art from my photographs to show this.
It has turned out far to big for me to be able to photograph it successfully...
I added the words " Fifty years are little room" spread out throughout the piece.
It nearly works, I think!