My mother-in-law is a serious gardener. Honestly, she has an amazing garden and is ther person to ask about where to plant what (so that, for instance, my lavender is a container because the clay of the soil would make it so unhappy). But she doesn't like cherry trees. She thinks they are showy and only for a brief period of time. This from a woman who grows asparagus for decorative purposes!

Well, I haven't done the current meme with the whole National Poetry Month (possible because I don't think it is national poetry month here) but as the gale force winds were buffeting the car, I thought of this poem. And I do like Cherry Trees.

Loveliest of Trees, the Cherry Now

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)

Alas, of my years, threescore and ten, almost twoscore will not come again. And a pick hat tip to the woman who introduced me to this poem a good quarter of a century ago, once again in spring.

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I love this poem, I've read it to my daughter since she was only a couple months old. She is now 3..

# posted by  Em : 6:33 AM

 

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