Thought you might enjoy this poem with a photo of our garden.
Its called "Loveliest of Trees" by A.E. Houseman.
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 woodland I will go
to see the cherry hung with snow.