Monday, April 11, 2005


The cherry trees are blossoming up here now, catching up to the daphne a week or so later than down by the lake, laying that subtle fragrance down and popping pink all around, up in the forest and along the roads up here, some yellow too from the forsythia, some white from the tall tulip trees; the weeping cherry out front is just beginning its scarlet blush.

Even the scurrilous monkeys seem to be enjoying the new brightness; on our walk this morning saw a couple of saucy tribes of them, young and elder, sitting high up in the best part of the bright pink wild cherry trees as though they were big easy chairs: not eating not grooming, just sitting there, dreaming of the swelling mushrooms at my place.

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