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'Tis the season of Eastertide and cherry blossoms. Sandra Williams shares a favorite poem.
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.
~A. E. Housman 1859 –1936
Light rain, with a high of 47 and low of 37 degrees. Light rain in the morning, light drizzle in the afternoon, moderate snow during the evening, light rain overnight.
Thanks to the Strzelecki’s for sharing their journey with us. So inspiring!