This year marks the 95th anniversary of the gift of cherry trees to the United States, from Japan.
I can just imagine the fragrance of the sweet cherry blossoms.
It makes me long for a warm spring day with birds singing , the sun on my face, and a slight breeze.
While I look outside and can still see some piles of snow, I also see signs of spring finally popping up. I have patches of white snowdrops with green leaves blooming up against the house. And in the back corner by the deck, my daffodils finally have yellow tops trying to peek through.
I saw two chubby robins and one bright red cardinal. And our gold finches, which never went away all winter this year, because we provide food and a heated bird bath, have finally gone from a brownish-green, to their familiar bight yellow color.
But how I love cherry blossoms....I think even more than lilacs, which, out in the yard, I noticed finally have their buds.
The sad thing about spring, especially in Wisconsin, is that we wait so long for it to come, and there are such beautiful flowers that pop up....tulips, daffodils, crocus, dogwood, magnolia....and then before you know it...they are gone.
They seem to last only for a few days, while summer flowers linger, just like the long, hot days.....
So, I'll close my eyes and picture the cherry blossoms and remember days when I was a child...days that were carefree...days that seemed to last forever.
And I'll try not to let spring pass me by so quickly (when it finally does arrive).
