Updated: Jul 4
For much of this weekend, I have been craning my neck in sheer admiration of the enormous cherry tree in my garden at home. A few weeks ago, it was the enormous magnolia that also graces my garden. I love peering into the underside of blossom bearing boughs, pink against a blue sky. And now, every breeze sends thousands of petals fluttering down in gusts, leaving a blanket of pink snow on the ground beneath.
Is there anything more representative of the pathos of life than a mass of flowers so short lived and so beautiful that it brings a whole country to its knees just to marvel at its ephemeral splendour. During cherry blossom season in Japan, there is a custom called 'hanami' which means 'watching blossoms' and the tradition can be traced back thousands of years. Viewing spots, parties, eating, drinking, socialising, and general merriment go hand in hand with hanami. The act of enjoying cherry blossoms at night even has its own name: 'yozakura'. It's true, cherry blossoms make us feel happy. A symbolic flower of the spring, a time of renewal, representative of the fleeting nature of life made even more special by the still wintry landscape and at a time when there are still no leaves on the trees. Peering through ruffles of pink to a blue sky is a wonderful sight after such a long winter and definitely feels like enough cause for celebration. Their life is very short. After their peak at around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall. We let them go until next year.
Here is our blossom story of 2022, from our farm and garden in Scotland. Enjoy!