#cherry tree
Cherry blossom…
Hello spring…
Hanami Picnic.
Join in with these two kitties as they witness vibrant pink petals being whirled around by spring winds underneath the cherry trees.
Hanami - is the tradition of viewing the beauty of cherry blossoms in Japan.
Anyone else dreamed/experienced this exciting tradition?
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I updated thearticle. A trip to find “ tranquil Cherry Blossoms”.I ride around the old road in the country like a net on super cub and introduce the 36 photographs of beautiful Cherry Blossoms that I met there.
我更新了这篇文章。 寻找“樱花盛开的樱花”之旅。
我在乡下的旧路上奔跑，就像一只超级幼崽的网，介绍我在那里遇到的美丽的樱花树36张照片。noteを更新しました。「ひっそりと咲く桜」を探す旅。
田舎の旧道をスーパーカブで網の目のように走り回り、そこで出会った美しい桜たちを36枚の写真で紹介します。
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The cherries set well on the tree ✨
木は まだ小さいのですが
庭でさくらんぼ狩りが出来ました (｀・ v ・´)vﾌﾞｲｯ
Sweet Pink Fog
Watercolor on Black Paper
2021, 6"x 8"
Pink Cherry Blossoms
Monday morning was one of sudden changes in the weather, when drenching showers rushed across the sky chased by dazzling autumn sunshine, which lasted only a few minutes before it, too, fled away to the east, pursued by huge black clouds lit up from time to time by a beautiful rainbow.
Algy hopped up into the wee cherry tree by the feeder for his smaller fluffy friends, and revelled in a short-lived burst of golden light. This poor wee tree had struggled for many years to grow in the challenging local conditions, and it was rare that it held its leaves long enough for them to “turn”, but this year had been kinder than most, and Algy was delighted to see that for once it had a chance to display its glorious autumn colours.
From time to time a golden leaf fluttered to the ground as the wee birds stocked up on supplies to get them through the chilly autumn night, and somewhere, hidden in another tree behind Algy’s head, a robin who was evidently more concerned with higher things was singing his autumn refrain:
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
[The robin is singing the poem Fall, leaves, fall by the 19th century English author Emily Brontë.]
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at least my backyard is pretty
happy spring!
Spring is here in Butte Valley. Cherries and western redbuds in bloom.
Beginning of the end but I feel the same
