Reports have come in that the weeping cherries bloomed early this morning.
Last night, nothing. Today, everything.
The children proclaim:
“It’s like popcorn!”
“It’s like fireworks!”
Technically speaking, it’s not a beautiful day outside. Far from it.
It’s dreary, cloudy, and dark. There’s hardly enough light to take photos.
The trees pay no mind.
They just bloom.
Regardless of the atmosphere around them, they bloom.
So shall we.