That has meant that the April flowers, in this case the lovely pink rose-like blooms of the Kwanzan cherry, are no longer attached to the tree but strewn about the grass.
This is the way of the world, is it not? And has anyone expressed this more simply and more beautifully than Robert Frost?
"So leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."