It’s cherry blossom season and, as I cycle around the heel of Italy, the trees are full of glorious blossom.
Their long winter dormancy is over and life is returning in a magical display of spectacular nature.
Leaves are bursting and there are huge collections of irrepressible flower buds.
Imagine if we were here when the cherries were all ripe; especially given how I behave at pick-your-own farms.
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