This is crazy overdue, since the cherry blossoms are currently either already dead or soon to shake off this moral coil, but remembering is good times, too. When the manfriend and I lived in Japan there were two times of year that the entire country look forwarded to: cherry blossoms in spring and fireworks in summer.
The cherry blossoms herald the arrival of spring, plus, being Japanese, the Japanese use it as an excuse to buy new clothes, dishes and stationary. Also, they use it as an excuse to get drunk outside. Those rascally Japanese. J. and I made a heap load of food, and headed down to the tidal basin to enjoy some contemplation under the cherry trees. A million thanks to Arjewtino for the pictures. Also, for the memories.
The cherry blossoms herald the arrival of spring, plus, being Japanese, the Japanese use it as an excuse to buy new clothes, dishes and stationary. Also, they use it as an excuse to get drunk outside. Those rascally Japanese. J. and I made a heap load of food, and headed down to the tidal basin to enjoy some contemplation under the cherry trees. A million thanks to Arjewtino for the pictures. Also, for the memories.
The reason for the season. Also, a plant orgy of heaving stamens.
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We really did look convincingly normal in that picture. Almost like one of those generic pictures that come in picture frames... or stay in picture frames if you're, well, me. Little would they know the debauchery that went down that day. Ahh, illusions.
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