The life of a cherry blossom is too often quick and fleeting, and such was the case this year, when our Kwanzan cherry tree burst into bloom and a series of 80-degree days soon withered and wrenched them from the branches. They fell mostly into the pool below, creating a mess that required much scooping and emptying with the pool net.
As annoying as that was, I didn’t mind much – party planners pay a pretty penny for this sort of enchanting effect to happen, and here it was happening at no cost, other than some extra skimming. There was also something magical about swimming beneath a tree that was dropping its petals like pretty pink snow. Catching such a scene, I felt lucky to be there.
Just as I feel lucky to be here.
