They aren’t the biggest fruit in the Winter bowl, but they carried just enough color to catch my eye, especially when highlighted by the white of the snow and set against the pale blue of the sky. If my memory of spring blossoms is true, these are cherries. Not the kind you eat (and even the birds seem to have left these largely alone), but the ornamental sort grown for their blooms and foliage.
You have to look a little harder to find such color in the Winter months, and by March these will no longer be half as bright, but for now they’re up, dangling in the wintry sky, daring the wind to take them away.
