White foam

I was just in the midst of eating my salmon when my eyes got distracted into the garden. Behind the garage roof there is an evergreen tree & beyond that are our neighbour's damson & hawthorn trees. I suddenly noticed appearing & disappearing white through the gaps in the foremost tree's branches. Glimpses of the rather brilliantly white sky? I thought at first. The damson & hawthorn trees have moved into more green garb as the leaves have taken over from their blossoms. Then I realised the white itself was moving in the gentle breeze. The pear tree had to have opened into blossom. That morning I'd noticed the buds were definitely showing a little white around the edges.

Once dinner was over I was out, the Fox close behind. The pear tree is indeed covered in a mass of blossom, truly beautiful. The cherry, too, on the other side is a mass of white. Just below the cherry is a spiraea which has become a fountain of white foam, a positive cascade of flowers. The buds on the apple tree are now starting to turn pink. It always seems to be a bit later than the pear. It should be flowering any day now.

And so we came to the evening. We popped the champagne, & a remarkable wine it turned out to be. It was just a Sainsbury's own vintage one, but it was so much better than many a more expensive marque one. The bubbles foamed up. Your mouth tingled with the onslaught of bubbles long before you drank any liquid. Once imbibed, the bubbles played on the tongue leaving a clean fresh taste, both citric & biscuity. We listened to some cool jazz & dreamt of France & our forthcoming holiday there. All in all a lovely evening.