There is a beautiful cherry tree on our street, we've been watching it turning pink for a few weeks now. The other day while taking photos we met the lady who owns this pretty tree. It might be strange, but I was very glad to know that this perfect cherry belongs to such a nice old lady... They even look alike.
She told us to come again when the tree would be in full bloom, and it's very important not to be late: every year it blooms so nicely, but then one night a very strong wind blows and the next day all of the petals are on the ground, turning it pink.
We came again today and took these photos, and right now, while I'm typing, I can hear the wind banging on the roofs and shaking the trees outside. Tomorrow there will be a petal carpet in front of the old lady's house.
She told us to come again when the tree would be in full bloom, and it's very important not to be late: every year it blooms so nicely, but then one night a very strong wind blows and the next day all of the petals are on the ground, turning it pink.
We came again today and took these photos, and right now, while I'm typing, I can hear the wind banging on the roofs and shaking the trees outside. Tomorrow there will be a petal carpet in front of the old lady's house.