mostly david ephgrave

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.

The cherry blossom tree outside my flat is currently in bloom. I love that tree. It’s beautiful. The blossom only lasts for a couple of weeks, but those few weeks are worth it. It doesn't bear fruit; it’s less cherry, more cheery. Seeing the blossom always lifts my mood. A family of wood pigeons once nested in it. They made for an unattractive, yet welcome, addition. I watched their progress from day to day until they eventually fledged the nest. Sometimes, the simplest things in life are the best.