I remember cherry blossom blooming in London at around this time of year. How it enchanted the gardens of suburbia, transforming them from dull semi-detached ’30s monotone to cotton-candy-coloured bowers of bliss. How the petals fell in the wind, twirling that dance they do, declaring ‘Spring is here! Yes, even in the City, spring is here, and we’re all part of nature.’ The morning commute transmuted into something almost heavenly. Delight at seeing a sharp-suited City banker’s lapels assaulted by a falling petal. These things, small details, make up memories of springtimes past.
Here there is the ‘fruit road:’ the sadna cesta, and I haven’t been along it yet in spring but thank you for reminding me, I really ought to go. Cherries from Vipava are the sweetest, so here the roads must be alive in bloom. And not a banker in sight to spoil the view.
Wedding planners say you have a one-week window in March for cherry blossoms. It would have been too soon for us, no time to micromanage every detail. But those flowers would have put on quite a show.
Cherry blossom blooms
in London’s stressed-out suburbs
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Written for dVerse
Frank is hosting Haibun Monday, and he has asked us to write a haibun featuring the traditional kigo (seasonal reference) of ‘cherry blossom.’ I took a trip down memory lane for this prompt.