Bonkers For Cherry Blossoms

Happy Easter! An ode to blossoms. And me hounding them.

Today, the cherry blossoms push their pink glory toward the springtime sky. A brilliant bloom, a tree reborn in harmony with Easter Sunday.

Riiight?

Almost a decade ago, I was so taken by the beauty of these “cherry blossom things” that I had an almost angelic calling to share my unchecked delirium in pictures.

It’s time to re-fructify these photos, my friends. Just as the cherry blossoms bloom, so do I—shirtless and maniacal for the mighty Sakura Tree.

Contemplate with me, a poem by A.E. Housman (1859-1936), that praises the same cherry blossos I cherish a century later.

LOVELIEST OF TREES

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

I’m so sick and sorry

You were full of worry,

I overdid the blossom

Won’t happen again, hun

— J.D. Kawchuk