The cherry blossom tree is in finally in full bloom. This usually happens by mid-April but with the lack of spring weather, she's a bit late this year. I look forward to this every spring.
I like to think the tree waited to bloom for my birthday. Yes, yesterday I turned 39 and while there really isn't anything monumental about that number, for some reason I'm having a difficult time with it. I think it's the realization that soon I will no longer be in my thirties. I don't know why this is scary for me but it is. I feel like I should have accomplished something really big before I turn forty. I guess I've got a year left to get it done. Whatever it is.