The ruddy buds are crawling like so many bugs down the branches of the plum tree in front of my house. Tomorrow or the next day, the tree will burst into bloom for a brief period, casting a pink, hazy glow. I watch it faithfully to try to catch the moment of transition. Other fruit trees in sunnier areas are already in bloom. All have dark pink to white blossoms, thick and luxurious, poised delicately on the branches until the next rain storm has its way with them.
Cherry blossoms, sakura, in Japanese, symbolize the impermanence of things. The awareness of the transience of the cherry blossom heightens our appreciation of their beauty and is said to bring about a gentle sadness at their passing.
Pablo Neruda said “I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
(From “Every Day You Play”)
If there were no cherry blossoms in the world,
My mind would be peaceful
– Fujivara Norihira
Sleeping under the trees on Yoshino mountain
The spring breeze wearing Cherry blossom petal
-Saigyo (source)
1973
April poloroid:
Framed by the cherry tree
I am about to blossom
– Marianne Green
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now/Is hung with bloom along the bough/And stands about the woodland ride/Wearing white for Eastertide
Categories: wisdom
Now we are Sixty 
Yes, it’s a time to notice–to see what Mother Nature provides. Let’s forget the high pollen count and meditate upon the (as you said) “impermanence” of the moment, which brings more impermanence and more to ponder.