"... lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos

Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos. *

~ Pablo Neruda, from the poem Juegas Todos las Días (Every Day You Play), from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair [Veinte Poemas de Amor y una Canción Desesperada] (1924), XIV, translated by William Merwin


* I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.]



Edit:
I think these are actually plum blossoms, but am too tired to care. Spent 7 hours gardening today. Not much to show for it apart from galloping backache, a bruised knee and arms full of scratches. Why this acheyness fills me with so much joy I'll never understand.