Cherry blossom season in Tokyo has ended for another year, having brought bucketloads of delight in the process.
Unfortunately, the little cherry tree we have in Kangaeroo Corner didn’t flower this year, probably because of the weird weather I’ve gone on about ad infinitum.
Still, I got to do a few rides and saw plenty of the local cherry trees, which remain as delightful as ever even after all these years.
I’m blessed to be in Japan, which is a country that never fails to produce something I can find wondrous, which I guess helps to keep me young, and for that I am grateful.
