This old cherry tree lives beside an old, out-of-commission, slightly dilapidated church in downtown Albany. I don’t pass it as a rule, but it seems every year at this time we find our way on a different path that brings us near it. And then I make Andy pull over so I can get some photos.
It’s in a semi-sheltered area, so it comes into a bloom a few weeks before our cherries start their show. It’s much more immense than any of ours, full of well-earned character, multiple-trunks, and tier-upon-tier of weeping pink blooms. In the midst of a bleak downtown, an abandoned church, and a dreary lot, this tree blooms and transforms the world around it for a few days.
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