On my morning yomp around my neighbourhood, I’ve noted the trees which have been blown down by storms Dudley and Eunice.
There are two separate places where cherry trees have been
uprooted. What struck me most was the
fact that they were packed with multitudes of rosy buds. Until the storm, they had been preparing to
burst forth in their full glory in the spring.
Even as the trunks lay beyond salvage, half across the pavement, the
buds were still undamaged and ready to blossom.
Those cherry trees had not known that they were about to be felled by
the wind.
A couple of days ago, we heard that Nigel’s much-loved uncle
had died very suddenly. He was still active
in life in so many wonderful ways. He
had shown no signs of approaching his end.
I guess the people who will be missed most are those who had
more blooms to offer. So we all must put
out our buds in hope each year and if we are spared to see them flower and
fruit, we should give thanks.
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