Our Canadian plum tree is just about to burst into white blossoms, but right now, this is what they look like:
We sang a song in community chorus last semester with such beautiful lyrics. Here they are:
Frozen lakes, frozen streams, frozen sky- or so it seems.
All the world, so cold and still, hides in slumber from the chill.
But I, with hope, in quiet, wait and look upon midwinter's fate.
Knowing, trusting, it will end.
Life returns, begins again.
"Midwinter's Chill" by Greg Gilpin.
If you'd like to hear it, here it is:
I wish I could find a more professional recording, with less audience coughing- sorry!