Hung with snow

It was a beautiful, sunny day and I walked the basic circuit round the village, to post a birthday card to my oldest friend and to photograph the cherry blossom. There is lots, pink and white, simple white blooms, mounds of pink frothiness, and everything in between. This tree is just along the road, and is at its most perfect, every branch loaded with gorgeous, gently frilly white blossom. I blipped Houseman's famous poem about cherry blossom here last year. http://www.blipfoto.com/entry/2833831868288205319