We went to see the cherry blossoms yesterday at a secret place (though getting far less secret than we like). Most people take a lot of photos of the blossoms on the trees, or photos of their loved ones near the trees. We do that too, but mostly we like snaps of the blossoms after they have left their branches and are starting to pile up on the sidewalks and gutters. For a day or two, they keep their pale pink color and flutter about in any appreciable breeze, but soon after they curl up, turn brown, and cherry blossom season is over, but spring has at long last, arrived.
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