Once a year down my street a tree comes into glory. For two weeks (less if there's a strong wind) it stands like some magnificent piece of confectionary, smothered in pink. Not perhaps my colour choice, but I have come to treasure this annual event and marvel how this otherwise lopsided (trimmed by passing lorries!) cherry with straggling growth shrugs off it's ordinariness for a few days and glories in life.
More on our street trees to come.