Sakura ~ Sakura ~

It's cherry blossom season where we live.

Lexi wants to sleep with her window open and let the cherry fragrance blow over her face all night. She thinks it very romantical.

"Thanksgiving should be celebrated in the spring," said Lexi one day to herself, as she sat on the looking out the window at the bright sunny sky and listening to the wind softly blowing.

"I think it would be ever so much better than having it in November when everything is dead or asleep. Then you have to remember to be thankful; but in April one simply can't help being thankful... that they are alive, if for nothing else...

...I feel exactly as Eve must have felt in the garden of Eden before the trouble began. It seems to me, that a pearl of a day like this, when the blossoms are out and the winds don't know where to blow from next for sheer crazy delight must be pretty near as good as heaven."