At Large in Ballard: Petals of Change
A woman waiting for a bus was pulling up her hood, trying to protect herself from the barrage. The windshield of a parked car was obscured in pink. It was the annual snowstorm of falling cherry petals, blowing to the north off of Greenlake and rendering the drive west on NW 65th magical.
I was mostly out of town for the peak of the cherry blossoms; at least the ones on UW campus and that street off Leary that seems to appear just once a year like a Brigadoon. I caught the last of the magnificent tree on the alley near Sunset Hill Green Market and one confused night mistook the magnolia trees in bloom for fresh snowfall. But when the flowering trees are at their peak I feel like I am holding my breath. They are so perfect, so fleeting. It’s a relief to me when the petals start to fly.