 |
| April 4, 2026—3:54 p.m. |
A view from the 14th-floor window next to the freight elevator in my building. That was on April 4. It's now four days later, and the blossoms are already falling and fading. But I've always found it nice that I have, in my own neighborhood, this cherry-blossom parade. The Korean name for cherry blossoms has always struck me as funny: It's beot-ggot/벚꽃, which to me sounds like butt goat... and you know what that means:
READ THIS BEFORE COMMENTING!
All comments are subject to approval before they are published, so they will not appear immediately. Comments should be civil, relevant, and substantive. Anonymous comments are not allowed and will be unceremoniously deleted. For more on my comments policy, please see this entry on my other blog.
AND A NEW RULE (per this post): comments critical of Trump's lying must include criticism of Biden's or Kamala's or some prominent leftie's lying on a one-for-one basis! Failure to be balanced means your comment will not be published.
I went to Japan this time last April. The first week was cool and rainy. The blossoms were fabulous. When I got home I realized that I had dozens of trees in my neighborhood that were about a week or two behind the trees in Japan. So I got to enjoy an extended cherry blossom time. I never paid much attention to the blossoms right in my own neighborhood.
ReplyDelete