There is a tree-lined street, quite close to home, which is quite unremarkable for many months of the year. During autumn, winter and summer, it is the epitome of suburbia- typically used as a cut through (much to the annoyance of its residents, I’m sure). However, in April, it becomes extraordinary and a delight to drive through on my journey home. For the blossom trees begin to sprout shoots then bloom and flourish until we reach May, when the boughs reach out to create an almighty floral archway of blossom. This street reminds me of new beginnings, which sums up my April nicely: suburban to start with and in bloom at the end.