“Sometimes we can’t find the thing that will make us happy, because we can’t let go of the thing that was supposed to.” ~ Robert Brault

“Villiers le bel” (1887-89)

by Childe Hassam

“Apple Tree in Blossom” (nd, oil on canvas)

by Kazamir Malevich

“Tree Blossoms”

by Theodore Robinson

“Orchard with Blossoming Trees” (1888, oil on canvas)

by Vincent van Gogh

“Bloomy Apple Garden” (1936)

by Nikolay Bogdanov Belsky

“Fruit Trees in Blossom” (1910-11)

by Edvard Munch

“Apple Trees in Blossom” (1896)

by Isaac Levitan

“Orchard in Bloom. Neskuchnoye” (1908)

by Zinaida Zerebriakova

“Apple Trees in Bloom, Old Lyme”

by Childe Hassam

“Apricot Tree in Blossom” (1942)

by Martiros Saryan

“Cherry Tree in Bloom” (1905, oil on canvas)

by Ferdinand Hodler

“Peach Trees in Blossom” (1888, oil on canvas)

by Vincent van Gogh

“Apple Tree, I” (1912, oil on canvas)

by Gustav Klimt

“Lilacs in the Sun” (1872)

by Claude Monet

“Apple Tree after Rain” (1906)

by Mikhail Larionov

“Bluhende Baume” (1935, oil on canvas)

by Ernst Stocker

“Cottonwood Tree in Spring” (1943)

by Georgia O’Keeffe

“Flowering Plum Tree, Eragny” (1894, oil on canvas)

by Camille Pissarro

“Almond Tree in Flower” (1947)

by Pierre Bonnard

“Apple Trees in Full Bloom at Giverny”

by Claude Monet

“Cherry Tree Blossoms”

by Jozsef Rippl-Ronai

“Apple Tree Blooming aka The Eternal Spring” (1908)

by Maurice Denis

                   

Sunday Afternoon Saudade

Here. Have some spring blossoms, scents of apple, peach, lilac, and plum. Listen to some music. Read a poem.

Music by Natalie Walker, “Waking Dream”

Elegy

What to do with this knowledge
that our living is not guaranteed?

Perhaps one day you touch the young branch
of something beautiful. & it grows & grows
despite your birthdays & the death certificate,
& it one day shades the heads of something beautiful
or makes itself useful to the nest. Walk out
of your house, then, believing in this.
Nothing else matters.

All above us is the touching
of strangers & parrots,
some of them human,
some of them not human.

Listen to me. I am telling you
a true thing. This is the only kingdom.
The kingdom of touching;
the touches of the disappearing, things.

~ Aracelis Girmay

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