Weeping Cherry

A few weeks ago our weeping cherry tree was in bloom. It is so delicate and lacy, almost radiating a light of its own. It seems a short time until the leaves come in and the blossoms drop until next year. I'm thinking there must be a metaphor in that for life's high times--something about them being very sweet but brief, giving way to the more ordinary and less exotic routines of daily life.




And then the dogwood that remind me so beautifully of the cross with each of their four creamy white petals tipped with a splash of blood.