Cherry blossom and the heel of a boot

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.