Monday, April 28, 2014
Cherry blossom and fabulousness
A friend has recently returned from Japan and was enthusing about the cherry blossom.
So when Mr L and I went for a walk this afternoon, I took some photos of the local equivalent.
Granted, it would have looked better on Saturday, when we had all-day blue skies.
And I dare say that Japan offers other exotic attractions not so evident in suburban Edinburgh.
In a few days the blossom will start to coat the pavements in pink, which is slippery if it rains. But still, it's all very pretty at the moment.
Earlier today I was with friends and one of them said (in the context of one of those cheery friends-with-cancer conversations that one has at this age), "I've had a fabulous life, so..." . And I was somewhat startled by her wording. I have myself been fortunate in various standard ways and nothing tragic has happened (yet). I'm grateful for friends and family, enjoyed my work most of the time and feel lucky to live in a peaceful, pleasant place with a temperate climate. But I hadn't ever thought of describing my life as "fabulous". My friend was a teacher too, so we're not talking about film star fame or riches.
I suppose it's obvious - if you tell yourself that your life is fabulous, it's more likely to seem so. Perhaps I'll try it. "In This Fabulous Life"?