The world is awash with images of blossom - however, where I live, blossom, at least stone fruit blossom, are fairly rare. The winters are cold enough for stone fruits, but the summers are fierce, and lacking in water.
When I spied the first blossom of the year, hiding beside a creek bed, miraculously with some water in it, at least for the moment, my heart leapt. And then I was homesick for the rich, blossom-laden air of Spring in the leafy, green, southern suburb I grew up in.
But there are blossoms here now, and their very rarity makes them more precious.