Blooming. They’re out. A glorious walk through the King’s Garden in Stockholm to view the Cherry Blossoms. From a a fifteenth century royal kitchen garden to an open space for military drilling in the nineteenth century to pavilions with cafés in the twenty-first century, the Kungsträdgården features Cherry Blossom trees blooming and signaling the beginning of spring. Stockholmers sense the blooming and flow into the park, drifting and circling under the gorgeous pink and white flowers.
Cherry Blossoms above and
Cherry Blossoms below.
Of course, tulips beds arrange themselves in orderly rows throughout the garden, with any number of people like myself placing face and camera as close to the petals as they can bend.
Yellow, pink, red, purple and more colors topping green stalks abound.
So much walking beauty turns into so much hunger, so Gabriela and I glide into Café Söderberg where she orders a blueberry tart.
My tastes turn to a cup of black coffee and a glass of Grönstedts Monopol VSOP cognac. We watch the world continue to walk back and forth as for a moment we rest out of the to and fro. A melody breezes through my mind, and paying attention I recognize the opening notes I’ve been listening to from Johann Sebastian Bach’s The Art of Fugue.
Here is Glenn Gould with two passages.
And so, a walk, a repast, music in the air and us. Bon Appétit!
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