So here they are, my cherry blossoms! Maybe in the world outside of Manhattan, they're not so miraculous, but for me, there are few things as thrilling as walking under a city block of low hanging limbs of this glorious pinkness. Still weeks away, they can't get here soon enough.
Monday, March 23, 2009
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I remember so well every spring walking under the cherry blossoms just like those in your picturd, my neighbor had several trees on the edge of his property, and I took huge pleasure in standing under them and looking up, knowing that spring was there finally, and all was right in the world. Your picture strongly brought those memories back to me.
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