Cain and Elliott bought a house together on a little no-exit road. The road was lined with flowering cherries, and was called Flowering Cherry Lane. Cain and Elliott called their new home Blossom Cottage. In Spring the road was a picture.
There were only three houses on the road. It was practically deserted. About two cars a day, from the homes, used the road. The cherry trees growing along the verge of the road, apart from providing beauty, gave Blossom Cottage a great deal of privacy.
But – oh! my goodness! – how dangerous! Someone had written to the newspaper and complained. They had gone for a walk and happened upon Flowering Cherry Lane. There was no foot-path! No pavement! No sidewalk! How dangerous is that? They had to walk along the side of the road.
The serious issue was solved. The Town Council had the cherry trees chopped down. A digger uprooted the unsightly stumps. A footpath was created.
Thank goodness common sense and safety prevailed over… over…
…prevailed over… over…
Flowering Cherry Lane! Such a pretty name for such a dull, no-exit street.
This was where I lived a few years ago. It was two stories, and the flowering cherries that surrounded the house were spectacular. It was like living in a tree house with gorgeous pinks and whites out every door and window.
But let’s face it: cherry blossom is a mess! Not just on the ground, but on the branches. It’s nature at it’s most spendthrift!
In this music I didn’t so much try to capture the beauty of the flowers, but their mess; layer upon layer of extravagance! A pink and white snow storm of petals.