Original Watercolor, Gold Leaf, 2019 (8” x 10”)
A cherry tree emerges from winter, with branches like swords, jousting with the sky. Their sheathes are soft, pink, fragrant, clusters, so delicate and festive. The blooms cannot be held back, but are programmed from the beginning to burst forth, unannounced and unashamed, to give their blessed offering to bees, and shine, blaze, and dance for the duration of their short, blissful lives. The blossoms live for the moment. They don’t think about tomorrow. They are beautiful and yet they are not décor.
They are essential, and yet they are many.