April is supposed to be fickle with four seasons in one day, possibly on repeat. It hasn’t been that way recently – it’s been warm (too warm, 25° C) with a cloudless blue sky. I’m not complaining it’s gorgeous but I’m aprehensive about the climate and the future. This was taken in our backyard. The old cherry tree is blooming like crazy.
Weekend Sky
Silent Sunday
That’s the old cherry tree in the back of our garden (the one that Henry used to climb when he was little). It is really old and the cherries still look juicy but they don’t taste good anymore so we leave them for the birds. We don’t have a choice with the higher ones anyway because the branches don’t support a ladder anymore.
But it still makes for a glorious spring feeling each April.
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I am apparently not the only one who likes the old tree.
A chicken, more precisely, a cock, from the back.
And of course, cherry blossoms:
Cee’s Midweek Madness: March Alphabet ch or ck
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Macro Monday.
These Japanese cherry trees are part of the grounds of Schwetzingen palace. Most of them date back to the 18th century but some needed to be replaced over the years.
For One Word Sunday: rows.
Rows and rows of more photos with rows can be found here.
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