When I was growing up we had a cherry fruit tree in the backyard. It was easy to climb and in the summer I would spend hours up there, eating as many cherries as I could. I invented realms within the tree; when the petals started to fly off the blossoms I would gather them up and pour them over my head. That tree was a little kid's dream. I rarely buy cherries now because they never compare to the ones I ate up there.
The flowering cherry trees below are a different species of tree, but cherry nonetheless, and are so heart-achingly beautiful. There are about 70 of these trees planted in rows outside of Robarts Library, a gift from the Sakura Project.
I have worked at Robarts for quite a long time, since before these trees were planted. The building is a concrete, Brutalist monstrosity shaped like an abstract peacock (and allegedly the inspiration for the library in Umberto Eco's Name of the Rose because, yes, it is a bit labyrinthine) but for the short time that these trees are in full bloom, the view is softened a little.
The High Park Nature Centre is predicting full bloom of their cherry blossoms this weekend.
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