Yesterday we went for a walk - I was very sensible and didn't go too far. We just posted a letter in the village, but if I'm honest it was a real struggle.
Well worth it though - we were in time to see the last of the cherry blossoms out in the sun.
Always a special time.
A riot of colour even if it only lasts for a very short time.
In the lightest of winds, the first of the petals were starting to fall, ever so delicately;
"What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.”
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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