A super sunny weekend was just what our Kwanzan cherry tree needed to begin its annual show. These happy blooms coincided with the turn of the season – emotionally and weather-wise – even if we are due for rain in a few more days. The roller-coaster of spring rushes onward – up and down and round and round. The buds snuck up on me this year. Our downtrodden state of affairs had given me no reason to raise my head skyward, and on rainy days when I ventured outside, I was mostly hunched over, seeking signs of life on the ground, not in the air.
Thus my surprise was pleasant and immense as the buds swelled seemingly overnight and the first pink blossom unfurled its pretty tutu, dancing and twirling in the wind. Some years the pool has already been opened by this time. Not so this time around, as everything is running a bit behind. We are also due for a new pool liner, which will delay things even more. The only good thing about that is that when the flower petals fall, they won’t be clogging the filter, though I will miss the pretty way they float on the water.
Depending on their stage of development and bloom, cherry blossoms are each distinctive and unique. it is practically impossible to find two twins on the tree, which adds to their allure. Like people, even and sometimes especially twins, every one is an individual, to be compared only to themselves, or maybe the blue of the sky and the abstract notion of beauty.
