After working the flight from hell yesterday (as purser no less – the repository of all problems), I ended up in San Francisco with a 28 hour layover. I’m being paid to go home and sleep in my own bed. If that payoff wasn’t enough, what do I see on 19th Ave.? My first sighting of cherry blossoms of the season!
I LOVE cherry blossoms. To me they mean spring, newness, endless possibilities and my birthday. My birthday is still a month and a half off, but here are the blossoms that made me happy after a crappy, long day. I shoved my iPhone (with it’s cherry blossom skin) out the window at the traffic light and what you get a a crappy pic, but I hope they make you smile today too.