We are approaching a very famous time during the Spring season here in Japan and that's when the cherry blossoms start to bloom.
It's a much anticipated and much celebrated time for the Japanese; a chance to escape to a local park or lounge beside a tree-lined river, eating, drinking and taking in the beautiful brevity that the cheery blossom flowers provide.
Like you'd really need much of an excuse to throw down a blanket under a cherry tree and picnic all day while sipping a lovely cold sake, but there you go...
The cherry blossom season has always been an apt metaphor for life: short, sweet and always fleeting.
Anyway, enough with the philosophy and soliloquy.
2 weekends ago we went to Shinjuku Koen (park) for a picnic and a premature look at the cheery blossoms - another week or so and they'll be peaking. The weather was warm, although a bit windy, and the girls loved running amok.
