The aftermath of a weeping spell was found the day after a spring rain that pulled many of our cherry blossom petals into the pool. One end of the water was completely covered in a layer of pink – a scene that was as enchanting as it was annoying, for someone had to scoop all those petals out before they clogged the filter (and the someone was decidedly not me). Still, what price beauty? What sacrifice charm? What would you give up to gain a bit of enchantment?
Andy turned the pool heater on and has already been in while the cherry was in bloom – at the precise time of this writing I have not yet gone in, but by the time this actually gets posted I may have taken the season’s virginal dip. When you have the opportunity to swim beneath a cherry tree in full bloom, you should always take it.
