A warm, windy spring day and I’ve found something I love almost as much as the crisp sticky snowflakes of an occasional winter; this time it’s Cherry Snow. Soft pink petals flurry past the window in ones and twos or as a crowd when the tree is hit by the breeze. Each one twisting and turning, climbing and falling in the stream.
Walking outside the garden is covered in a spring blanket of pink and the blossom catches in my hair and drifts against the side of the road.
Gentler than the winter storms but no less determined to cover everything in its path only this time not to hide but to announce the arrival of summer in our little corner of the world