© kaishin chu 2008

It’s now the beginning of May, and the weather is beautiful here in Zhuhai, though usually dry. Last year this time there was the definitely feel of tropic weather, as typhoons and rainstorms hit every couple of weeks.

The last 2 weeks it’s been dry and sunny, minus the two days of drizzle we got, which was very much needed. On most days, as I sit our patio and do work, I breath in the fresher air of spring – it’s not quite as dry and dusty or polluted as fall/winter, due to the more moist air or rains in other parts to clean out the air – I notice that I miss something that is so quintessential in my memories of spring: crisp air and the sight of snowy petals of Sakura, the Cherry tree’s blossoms. Having mostly grown up in Vancouver, I like many others, have been blessed with the many varieties of Sakura. I always found it a wonder of such beauty when time came for the petals to fall, as each light breeze sweeps through a street, catching delicate petals of white or pink and they flutter through the air, landing like delicate buttterflies of my imagination. The gathering of the petals on the ground are beautiful too, light pink mounds build, like snow drifts would. There sometimes would be slight hints of it’s fragrance in the wind, if you are lucky.

© kaishin chu 2007

It’s funny and such is life, that you miss what you don’t or can’t have. I have an abundance of other amazing tropical flora here, such as the beautifully frangranced Plumeria/Frangipani, in bright fuchsia or cream, but I miss the Sakura still, because I’m used to it physically and emotionally, and the beauty that cannot be beat.