
Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Finally, they bloom. The delightful ornamental cherry tree in our front boulevard. I love the fullness of its pink. Our street was once lined with these trees, and Hawthorne, also a pink blossom. Spring brought a pink glow to the street— shade and lovely pink blossoms. But… some people did not water their lawns in our old neighborhood where the original home owners are long gone and renters moved in. No water— and the trees die. So sad.
Good news: young families are moving in, buying and renovating the 1930’s homes, and now the water begins anew. Hopefully the city will replace the trees, because one of the main reasons we moved here is because of the beauty of tree-lined streets.
With climate change increasing the temperatures, the shade from the trees is a welcome element to survival.
So, we love the trees.
And so a poem…
Poetry
Cherry Tree
Rugged limbs stretch and grow
Sheri Edwards
pale pink blooms: a grand show.
05.01.23 122.365.23
Poetry/Photography [See-Frame-Focus]
Our cherry tree in bloom with rugged branch and pale pink, but bright blossoms.