It was 9 degrees and gorgeous.
Practically t-shirt weather, I tell you.
And now, with the threat of snow looming, all I can think about is this:
I just love these double blossom sakura trees. They have these huge pink puffball blooms. Gorgeous.
While I loved the trees in my town, the most beautiful, magical cherry blossom experience though was, hands down, found in Kyoto.
|The Philosopher's Walk|
Hanami (花見) literally means flower viewing. In short, people go out to sit beneath the trees, eat lots of food and get quite drunk all in celebration of the fleeting beauty of the cherry blossoms. Lanterns get strung up, trees are illuminated. If you're watching the flowers at night, it's called yozakura (夜桜), which literally means night sakura. At this point, you'll probably see a few businessmen stagger down the streets singing at the tops of their lungs.
Even on a hazy day, Kiyomizudera looked pretty awesome.
I remember thinking to myself as we walked down the perfumed streets, blossoms gently falling in the wind, that this was what walking through Narnia must have felt like for Lucy. I don't know that I've ever felt so full of wonder and joy by a place.