This is the time of a year that I love and hate the most.

It’s the time that pagoda trees outside our fence start to pile up their little falling white flowers in our courtyard, which makes us have nowhere to step the feet in. I swipe, swipe and swipe, while they fall, fall and fall, I still couldn’t keep up with their speed of falling and occupying.

They are beautiful though. You probably want to find a place just like that to practise ancient Chinese Kongfu, the best would be sword, with all the falling flowers in the air floating, it truly makes a scene.

I deeply enjoy seeing them in the air, but not on the ground, or getting into my flower pots or covering our camping chairs. It’s so hard to make the courtyard tidy and neat at this time of a year that no matter how hard you do, they just keep coming.

Sometimes I even think of chopping off the tree or dreaming to get my next place free of this situation, but for the god sake, every living things that make you happy come with some sacrifices that make you painful. So I am having a little dilemma here, am I?