Driving south on Route 89 in Utah, specifically through the small towns, I noticed that many of the houses right on 89 had pretty cherry blosson trees in their front yards. They were pink and bright in the lovely sunshine on Easter morning.
For some reason I really liked seeing that adornment.
Later we talked about adornment with tattoos and piercings, and their moral right or wrongness at Leah’s folks’ place. I find them to be morally neutral, basically.
Does that make the cherry blossoms neutral? Why am I suddenly reminded of the discussion of the gas we pass conversation?
Sadly, we took no photos of the cherry blosson trees, but in my mind’s eye, there they are, pink and bright and beautiful.
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[…] For all the highlights, go read Joe’s blog. He’s been writing up a storm about Ty’s vomit, the cherry blossoms, how awesome the dirt from southern Utah is, that he likes to bet the boys, hiding Easter eggs and what Zion means. […]