We wake up to snow on the cherry blossoms–in April!
But we know how to find the flair: it’s strange and whimsical and memorable. It’s the year about which we’ll always remark, “Remember that spring snow on the Weeping Cherry?” And we will.
We wake up to snow on the cherry blossoms–in April!
But we know how to find the flair: it’s strange and whimsical and memorable. It’s the year about which we’ll always remark, “Remember that spring snow on the Weeping Cherry?” And we will.
