In The Room the Women Come and Go, Talking of Michelangelo

I used to think that fall was my favourite season. These days, nothing does it for me like spring.

J. Alfred Prufrock had his life measured out in afternoons and coffeespoons. Mine is measured out by full moons and cherry blooms.



I think my Okame Cherry tree is coming along nicely. The blooms on it are a little different looking this year. They're quite a lot bigger and droop a little.



I'm hoping this year will be a little easier on it. Last year it was so damn hot right from the end of April to the end of September. I watered the shit out of it, and it still was struggling.



Hopefully it's a little more settled this year, with a stronger root system. I took those pictures yesterday about 30 seconds before the sky opened up and started pouring buckets.

Thankfully I was inside at the time, because I hate getting wet. Getting rained on feels so disgusting to me...like I'm a cat that just got dropped unceremoniously into a full bathtub. I don't understand people that love being in the rain. Don't get me wrong, I think rain is necessary, I just don't want to be under it when it's happening. Bleah.

Today it's nice and sunny. I'm sorry I missed a lot of the morning, I slept in late. We had inventory at work last night, which I always dread. I didn't get home till about 2:30AM. But now it's over for another year. As will be my cherry blossoms, very soon.