Even after ten years of owning our home, there are still surprises to be gleaned, such as the effect of all these fallen cherry blossom petals in the pool. From some lucky confluence of timing and light and wind, this was the enchanting scene on a recent morning in the backyard. Patches of petals floated on the surface, like some vague abstract approximation of Monet’s water-lilies. They swirled ever-so-slightly in the breeze-free stillness of the start of the day, gently shifting and morphing into kaleidoscopic configurations.
If only we could get them to assemble like this for a party, it would be perfect.
I’m told, however, that cleaning them up is not a day by the pool. (Except, it is.)
