Well, it turns out this is the fifteenth spring we’ve had in this house. Sometimes I get the feeling people look at us a bit strangely for staying so long in the same, modest little house.
But it’s all we need. I’m not keen on the idea of martyring personal and financial comfort to purchase a monstrous and ugly new place on the city’s fringe (and neither is R., for that matter) and nicer places closer by seem overpriced. So here we stay.
Anyway, spring is upon us, and so our cherry tree. I’ve been a little busy with the new toy to take much notice - this toy:
I did finally snap a couple quick shots of the blossom today - just with the iPhone, which gets more capable with each iteration.
It’s such a nice time of year, before the endless rolling weather fronts of the equinoctials get stuck in until Christmas…
Previous springtimes:
