....of how things used to be
Those are lyrics to a song I know and I can't for the life of me think what it is.
This really is pretty much all that's left of the blossoms in the Ritterstrasse.
It's like pink snow.
When our friends Isla and Bill were over here in 1986, we took them down to see the blossoms and then the pink snow a few days later.
Isla - in her mid-50s - picked up handfuls of the petals and whirled them into the air.
It was great.
Abraham Lincoln left a comment on the original post about the trees doing their best to attract pollinators.
That really is a major problem this year. Fruit orchardists are really concerned, because of the concurrent explosion of blossoms and also - perhaps more critically - because of bees abandoning hives in great numbers.
It's called Colony Collapse Disorder (CCD) and scientists are linking it to the effects of mobile phone radiation.
There's also a quote from Einstein (that sounds more and more like an urban legend) that's doing the rounds:
"If the bee disappears from the surface of the earth, man would have no more than four years to live. No more bees, no more pollination ... no more men!"
A bit scary...