The Valley of Hearts Delight
By Mary Lou Taylor
From the vantage of lush hillsides
Santa Clara Valley unveils fields
of yellow mustard in wild disarray
between row upon row
of pale pink cherry blossoms.
Plum trees offer the first whisper
of spring, the valley bursting
with delicate, fruity scents.
A drought ended, brought on
the first celebration, the first
Blossom Festival, invitations
to view the blossoming.
Hundreds responded. Invitations
are out again forty years later
for this true celebration—music,
vintage cars, food, arts and crafts,
poetry—and memories of a peach,
pink and white world.
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