I'm not sure if this tree was in Hyde Park or Kensington Gardens, but it was in the northern corner of one them.

It's not at it's best here, I know because I had seen it barely a week earlier on my way somewhere in its full glory, and had come back to photograph it, only to find it had passed its peak.

When I had first noticed it, the blossoms were absolutely vibrant and it sort of held court like a Queen amidst her courtiers.  People were sitting beneath it, basking in it's beauty.  A small child in front of me noticed it just after I did, and left her mother's side to run towards it giggling.

I don't understand the beauty of nature sometimes, but I do know it is somehow tied up in the reasons this life is worth living.