One Spring when I lived on the Hill I was walking home and passed a house with cherry trees behind a tall fence. They had strung little lights through the blossoms to make them glow. I could hear people and the sound of real glasses and dishes. I stood there imagining the perfect cherry blossom cocktail party, and I still do. We are heading to the beach for a week. I am going to concentrate on knitting mitts to wear while I knit more mitts.