A sudden heavy shower this morning and white petals whirled down from cherry and plum, nature exactly imitating Pound's 'apparition of these faces in the crowd'. A short season and a small scentless crop, but two doors down's spreading branches still glow at night the way mine used to, sniff. To balance, the lilac has a dozen or more flowers waiting to bloom, first time since it was cut back in '09.
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