The line of white tree blooms in the Village of Liverpool is making its annual appearance.
I feel it’s a bit later than usual this 2022.
Liverpool blooms
The line of white tree blooms in the Village of Liverpool is making its annual appearance.
I feel it’s a bit later than usual this 2022.
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What a lovely view, Mark!
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This is a peaceful sight for me, yes, Karla.
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It feels like spring has come in fits and starts here too before finally settling in, but I’m glad to see the blooms out for such a lovely walk.
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No turning back now, Chris. We hope.
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Lovely. We commented on the same thing this morning, that the trees and plants were blooming much later. But we’ve had about seven drops of rain this year. A late spring is better than none at all.
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Better late than never for sure, Kerbey. Sorry to hear it’s so dry down there.
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They add to the peaceful feeling.
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They do soothe me, MBC.
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I always notice how neat and well kept the streets are. (Maybe the tourists have not discovered your village.)
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We’re not quite as hot a spot as, say, Liverpool, England, ladysighs. Although Ringo Starr did put a photo of a Highway sign proclaiming he was arriving in our Liverpool on his social media when arriving for a concert at the nearby amphitheater. That got us some traction.
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worth the wait. hey, mark. I just dawned on me. is Liverpool named after the English city, perhaps by early settlers?
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Right on, Beth. Says WikiPedia:
The New York State surveyor general laid out the streets in the village and changed its name from “Little Ireland” to Liverpool. The village was incorporated on April 20, 1830. It was named after the city of Liverpool in England. This was probably done because like its eponym, Liverpool also produced salt, and village leaders wanted to capitalize on the name of another famous salt-producing region.
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ah, that makes so much sense. Ann Arbor came to be due to the fact that the 2 founders’ wives were both named ann, and it was filled with trees.
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I like that name decision, too, Beth! Here’s to the trees that rooted with the founding Anns!
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a good call by the husbands)
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