This is where I write about our adventures. The cherry blossoms are about to bloom. I have gone from taking little branches and twigs that have fallen around the cherry trees to getting a big trove of branches that had been shorn off the trees by the gardeners and left in a pile to be hauled away. I wonder when I walk through the park with these branches if the people think I’ve broken them off the tree. I prepare for the confrontation that never comes.