Lancelot, Agile and Wilfred are now back from Santa Fe. Their return was delayed by the fact that they needed to be sure their custom fit cowboy boots really fitted them. As it happened, only Wilfred's needed to be refitted as they had been made rather too large. (Or so Lancelot said.) So here the three friends are, back in CT and enjoying the Cherry blossom. Under the Cherry trees they compose poetry and contemplate the temporality of their existence, with the help of a little sake.