‘Whitcomb’

 

Prunus x subhirtella 'Whitcomb', 16 February 2016

With its delicate, translucent, purple-pink flowers, 'Whitcomb' is one of my favourite cultivars of any blooming period. When I first notice the buds on the tree at my workplace beginning to unfurl, I celebrate hanami on my lunch breaks. (It's become an annual tradition.) Funny thing: when I view and compare previous years' photos, I notice that as the tree has aged and become more misshapen, the blossoming crown and arrangement of flower clusters along the twiggy branches have become more beautiful. 

Prunus x subhirtella 'Whitcomb' 16 February 2016

 

To waken again

Galanthus nivalis (common snowdrop) under the trees

 

Snowdrops by Louise Glück

Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring--

afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world. 

Source: Hello Poetry

 
 
 

October

 
 
 

October

By Robert Frost

O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes' sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost —
For the grapes' sake along the wall.