It's blossom week at Burnbrae. Most years the blossom bursts forth around the 20 September and this year looks like it is true to form.
Not sure what type of blossom this is (possibly plum). It's a scrawny ancient tree down the back that blossoms but never forms fruit.
Isaiah 53:2 (The Message)
The servant grew up before God—a scrawny seedling,
a scrubby plant in a parched field.
There was nothing attractive about him,
nothing to cause us to take a second look.
He was looked down on and passed over,
a man who suffered, who knew pain firsthand.
One look at him and people turned away.
We looked down on him, thought he was scum.
But the fact is, it was our pains he carried—
our disfigurements, all the things wrong with us.