Mudlicious Things in Bloom
Or so much mud.
I’m reminded of phrases from “In Just-” by e.e. cummings: “In Just-spring when the world is mudlicious” and “when the world is puddle wonderful.” We have lots of puddles.
In the kennel, the dogs don’t mind the mud at all. Or the puddles.
I’ve never seen so many blossoms on the cherry tree beside the kennel.
The profusion of cherry blossoms reminds me of A.E. Houseman’s poem:
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.—A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
Houseman made it to threescore and thirteen. I hope he saw lots more cherry blossoms.
I’ve already passed threescore and two. While life expectancies are greater now than when Houseman lived, I know I have limited time—another score, maybe—“to look at things in bloom.”
Meanwhile, I’ll enjoy looking at these tulips in one of my flowerbeds: