"Each time these blossoms open I recall the friend who gave me the saplings, and the times we used to stop and drink beneath his trees;
But those springs of twenty years ago are like a dream,
And the wine cups of those days are tea-bowls now."
If you have sound, please listen to "Dream Tree" as it plays, and then "Magnolia" if you have time to linger.
Acrylic on canvas 36" x 36" for Illustration Friday prompt : Homage
(The cropping cut off the bottom shadowing a bit)