Not all paintings work out. This is not a very good depiction of our neighbours' cherry blossom tree. But it still serves as a memory of the glory and beauty of cherry blossom season. When summer is just around the corner. And there is hope for dry, warm, sunny days.
Living in Ireland, that hope is generally short-lived. But that doesn't mean we stop looking forward to summer. Every day, though, I try to tell myself to just enjoy today. The cherry blossoms will soon be gone. The chestnuts are in full bloom. But then there will be something else to enjoy. There is still one large tree in front of our house that is completely bare. I don't know what it is. But one day, its leaves will pop out, and then I'll know summer is here. Even if it's lashing outside.