At the risk of
sounding twee, I love all the blossom that’s about at the moment.
(That’s right: I
love every single bit of it.)
When I walked
into town today, I made the conscious decision to pay attention to it. I
took a longer route in fact, through the cemetery, so I’d see more of it.
There’s a vast multitude of colour around at this time of year, if you make an
effort to look out for it – and on a sunny day like today it has even more
impact; fields, gardens, parks and roadsides across the UK are awash with white, blue and
pink. It lifts the mood, like a flora-based antidepressant (as in vegetation; not margarine.)
There's a tree near my house that's in full bloom. It only ever lasts a week or so before the wind does away with it, but those few days are worth it. In life, sometimes the simplest things are the best. I'll be off now to skip and dance around it; I knew I shouldn’t have smoked that jazz
cigarette.
