It was such a perfect day in the park. You might have been reminded of the Lou Reed song “Perfect Day.” The cherry trees were drinking sangria:
Oh, it’s such a perfect day
I’m glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
The second person is often tricky. “Who is you?” the cherry trees sang above the fresh open water of the reservoir.
“And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not” (Galatians 6:9 KJV). But the world will likely not end with a moral but with a song of thirst. “Do you think your cherry blossoms will sink or swim?”
“The depths below the surfaces must be equal.”
Joyce uses the word cherry only three times in “Ulysses,” and he may have thought of cherry as a word that triggers a genre, of sangria fruit and not the white wine of the cherry blossoms:
Did you try the borax with the cherry laurel water?…
always with a laugh in her gipsylike eyes and a frolicsome word on her cherryripe red lips…
she of the cherry rouge and coiffeuse white…
Sit down on the grass and listen. You can hear the water flowing out of the ground pipe and into the reservoir, the waterfall fountain breaking the still blue water white and frothy like surf. Like John Cage, wherever Joyce listened, he heard music:
O, look we are so! Chamber music. Could make a kind of pun on that. It is a kind of music I often thought when she. Acoustics that is. Tinkling. Empty vessels make most noise. Because the acoustics, the resonance changes according as the weight of the water is equal to the law of falling water.
The breeze coming up the hill and over the water was blowing the blossoms off the trees and into the air. If you look closely at the left hand side of the photo below, you will see the blossoms in the air, as dry as your virtual kiss:
The Coming of the Toads 
Beautiful! I love cherry blossoms :) Victoria has had a lot of blooming trees over the last two months as well.
Hey! Thx for reading and commenting. It’s been awhile since I’ve been up to Victoria, but I remember the gardens and tea at the Empress, the Shakespeare cottage, where we spent a night, an incredibly clean city, and you could not buy cold beer in the stores. Was just checking your blog for some Victoria pics. Very cool.
:D Spring is a beautiful time here. Your pics are really great
Thx, Tiny Writer! Any relation to Tiny Dancer! :) Spring is usually good most wherever you are.
Hehe I wish! :P Yes I sure love spring xo
No cherry flower in the UK yet – it’s hawthorn, the faerie tree – the sight its tiny white blossoms brings a shiver of spring.
The hawthorns here are thickets that can’t be climbed, old and vigorous, a good hiding place for a fairy. There are massive white flowering cherry trees in the park, wild. Some say some of the trees in the area at large are blooming a month ahead of “average.” The flowering pear trees along the street sidewalks are in bloom – they have an awful pungent odor, so bad that this year I’ve almost been developing a taste for it. Such is the poetry of walking through trees.
Why did I imagine you were close at hand, in the UK? I was about to say you were being decidedly assertive in your candid expropriation of Spring, and imagined some microclimate in Eden Valley. Lovely Pictures. Cheered everything up. Then I read Ashen and realised that I’d got it wrong, so where on the surface are you? Where you could not see the Eclipse?
Hey, Philippa: Hmm, feeling sort of out of it, didn’t even know about your eclipse. Just now looked it up. Dramatic. I remember one here, a total eclipse, some years ago, a dark shadow racing across the lawn, the roofs, the streets, the lake. It was the speed of the shadow that surprised me most. We used to look up more than we do now. Too many lights. West Coast of US here, CA & NW. Check out some of the old surfing pics sometime. One reason I think I related easily to your A Shadow in Yucatan. That same outdoor weathered atmosphere – something like that. Every place has its own. There’s a very moving short essay by Camus, “The Sea Close By.” About his moving inland and losing the sea. Check it out if you can.
Thanks for the virtual walk thru the park. It was lovely!
Thanks, Barb! Trust all’s well.
Love cherry blossom but will have to wait a few weeks yet! Thanks for sharing.
Yes, early here, almost missed them. Post yours when you can.