Spring has come round again, glory be. Tadpoles in the pond, cherry and apple blossom on the fruit trees, my lovely flowering cherry in the front garden to lift everybody’s spirits and hanging from the branches at every turn and one of my favourite poems ‘Loveliest of Trees’ by A.E. Houseman.
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.
Lottie has taken this rather special shot of our favourite tree, to show you all how close we are to it when we’re at work. The little bow window to the left of the picture is the window to our study, where all the work is done and where we now wander away from the desk from time to time to be fed by the cherry tree.
Simcha to all of you!