Our Kwanzan cherry tree has been especially floriferous this year. That isn’t always the case, so we cherish these years because the next one might be a bust. With the rain and wind we’ve had, it’s been a shorter show than usual, and their beauty is all the more precious for their fleeting nature.
The petals perform a number of shows – starting with their celebrated turn on the tree itself. If there is rain, they will droop downward, dangling and twirling in the wind like little ballerinas, and if there is wind they will let their finery fall. This is the second show – the fall of the petals – graceful and delicate, even in the wildest of storms.
The third and final show is the petals and the pink carpet created whoever they land. In our case, much of this last display is in the pool, where they swirl and form little pink islands of prettiness. A bit pesky for those who must scoop them out, but pretty doesn’t often come without a price. And the peace such a scene affords more than makes up for a little extra work.
