For some unknown reasons, I have a tendency to not love things
that are loved by all other people, and also things I love
tend to not attract other people.
This has been proven by the fact that products I love
keep disappearing from markets.
I find my identity in this from time to time, but in other cases,
this acts against my benefit.
However, when it comes to cherry blossoms,
I'm totally in Team Japan,
i.e. I love them.
Individual cherry blossom is sweetly plain, and in a mass,
it becomes refreshingly glamourous, and with numbers of trees
altogether, the blossoms produce such a spectacle.
And cherry blossom viewing is also associated with something wonderful
that has nothing to do witn the beauty of the blossom.
That is, that I'm no longer in winter clothes when I see the blossoms.
Because it's spring!
This notion makes my heart dance ―my heart that has been worn out
with cold temperatureｓ.
I spend the first 10 days or so of April by viewing cherry blossoms
here and there.
I go to the EXPO '70 Park everyday, and after the prime season is over
in that park, change the viewing spot to a nearby temple.
And even on the way to these viewing venues, I see a cherry tree
in a garden here, some in the corner of the street there, and also a bunch
on the bank of the stream in front of my mother's house, which were
planted by my late father.
In this season one finds that Japanese soil is covered with cherry trees.
And after all of these trees shed flowers and have turned green with fresh leaves,
the double cherry blossoms in the Osaka Mint garden are ready.
I enjoyed all these this year just like every year.
I took hundreds of pictures.
April 1 was cloudy this year.
April 2 sky was sprinkled with cirrocumulus clouds.
April 6 was also cloudy.
When you look up from under a cherry tree, a skyful of blossoms....!
Really, what kind of tree does this?!
