To be alive beneath Cherry Blossoms.

Yesterday we went for a walk - I was very sensible and didn't go too far. We just posted a letter in the village, but if I'm honest it was a real struggle.

Well worth it though - we were in time to see the last of the cherry blossoms out in the sun.

Always a special time.

A riot of colour even if it only lasts for a very short time.

In the lightest of winds, the first of the petals were starting to fall, ever so delicately;

"What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.”  
Kobayashi Issa.


Neil Harris
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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