Some years the trees at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden cooperate and actually bloom to coincide with Sakura Matsuri, the Cherry Blossom Festival. Not this year, with its wildly premature spring. Today was already "cherry confetti underfoot" day, with drifts of blossoms in every breeze.
Let a thousand photos bloom.
Everyone was a flower girl today.
Nearby, the tree peonies vamped it up, a sea of satiny flounces sprung from the imagination of a ballgown designer.
This year, everything is peaking almost simultaneously. Tomorrow, as the cold rain falls, I'll share lilacs, wildflowers and even some early roses.
“Spring is a happiness so beautiful, so unique, so unexpected, that I don’t know what to do with my heart. I dare not take it, I dare not leave it – what do you advise?
Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.”
--Emily Dickinson, letter to Louise and Frances Norcross, Spring, 1874
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