This magnificent specimen at the northern end of Nellie’s Lawn is at its peak right now, maybe even slightly past. A few of the petals were blowing off in the breeze, snowflake-like, perfectly encapsulating the briefness of beauty. (As much as we strive for the epic, life is a haiku, my friends.)
This is in the generally delicious Prunus genus of the scrumdelilicious Rose family, but I can’t pin it down better than this. Anybody know better?
I love how one-sided this tree is, leaning in towards the sunny meadow. By the way, it’s Frederick Law Olmstead’s birthday, so this one is for him.
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