Saturday Andy and I went to see the cherry blossoms at Branch Brook Park in Newark for the first time-- we've been hearing about them all these years. It was less formal than I expected, paths trailing around with trees above, below, next to the brook. Very lovely though Some trees finished, some just starting. One of those cool days with hot sun, heart breakingly beautiful, headache-inducing spring.
Large groups of young families who appeared to be immigrants: east Asian, South Asian, Mideastern. Relatively few Latino and African-American. Not many white people either, and those mostly couples, older and younger. The young white (and black?) families elsewhere, on the playing fields? We sat on a bench and watched one family I couldn't figure out ethnically, but the women wore leggins and tunics, but no head coverings. It appeared to be be two couples plus an extra woman, thirtyish, five or six kids under ten. One little girl with an intense face and pink sneakers too large for her so she walked clompy, and a long purple tutu style dress. The kids chasing each other, the women visiting with each other, and the men, and such comfort apparently in being out. Me and Andy too. My pleasure in watching.