It was peak cherry blossom season at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens this past weekend. I spent quite a bit of time under the trees, in la la land. The weather was perfect and I got the year's first little sunburn on my shoulders. After the gardens, we headed into Prospect Park so I could take my shoes off and squish my toes in the grass. I think finally after eight years, city living is getting to me. My little fire escape garden and bodega bouquets will have to suffice for now. And every day is one day closer to the weekend.