Cherry Blossom

 Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

By A.E. Housman

I just love the trees at this time of year.  The blossom appears like small fluffy clouds delicately shaded with the lightest of pink.  In Japan, I’ve heard that they actively celebrate the coming of the cherry blossom.  Wouldn’t that be a lovely tradition to follow?  It makes me wonder about what other changes in our environment should be noted and celebrated.  The first bumble bee sighting?  The turning of the leaves to red and gold?

What change would you like to see celebrated and why?