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.
What better poem to celebrate cherry blossom season? We don’t go to the Tidal Basin every year because the crowds are always ridiculous, but this year – we just felt like taking in the blooms from the prime spot. Housman’s poem is a little melancholy, it’s true, but it speaks to the fleeting glories of spring. We all take them in when we can, don’t we?
Is there a must-do spring activity in your part of the world?