Before the last one gives up its petals to this blustery weather, I thought I'd mark this fleeting, Pablo Neruda time of year:
"I want to do with you what Spring does with the cherry trees."
Quite sublime. From Neruda's Every Day You Play.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Everyday Play
When I finally downloaded my photos, I had oodles of shots of this year's cherry blossoms (which I've typed twice now as 'cheery blossoms', perhaps with good cause). Trees that I pass on the walk to work, on the way to visit friends or family, on little meandering walks; blossoms blossoms everywhere.
Before the last one gives up its petals to this blustery weather, I thought I'd mark this fleeting, Pablo Neruda time of year:
"I want to do with you what Spring does with the cherry trees."
Quite sublime. From Neruda's Every Day You Play.
Before the last one gives up its petals to this blustery weather, I thought I'd mark this fleeting, Pablo Neruda time of year:
"I want to do with you what Spring does with the cherry trees."
Quite sublime. From Neruda's Every Day You Play.
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Hosting some international visitors to the city recently, I was really struck by one of them, a man of middle age and fearsome reputation, stopping suddenly in College and exclaiming "Can that be? Cherry blossoms?". He stood with a broad smile on his face and a distant look in his eye, as one by one we were drawn together and made complicit in his sense of wonder.
Lovely pic and great quote.
What a lovely moment... they can be pretty evocative trees!
:-)
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