The Umbrella Tree at Sunset

Featured in today's Blip - the little exuberant weeping cherry tree that I gifted my mother some years ago. 
She calls it the "umbrella tree" because of its somewhat unique pruned-up shape. We both look forward to seeing it bloom every year as its graceful, white, ephemeral blossoms are a welcome confirmation that, indeed, Spring has come again.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

~ A.E. Housman, II. "Loveliest of trees, the cherry now..."