Spring flowers on 2 coasts

Poem by A.E. Housman

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 years 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.

Fifty more??

These may not be cherry trees

but aren't they lovely.

And from my friend Bob in southern California

come these beautiful images of spring.

From across the Atlantic Ocean in Spain

my friend Miguel sent this photo of
of a food display in his restaurant.

Note the bowl of vegetables.

The bowl is made of cork harvested from a tree

on his finca (farm).

Also the nice arrangement of bay leaves and rosemary

behind the food.

The stone structure behind the drape

is an original spring in this 600 year old house

built by Arabs

and which Miguel admired for years

before he acquired it and remodeled for his restaurant.