Well as many of you know...or at least have realized by now, it is spring. Love is in the air and the animals are chasing each other in a funny way, and it is time for the Japanese to look skyward and enjoy some cherry blossoms. For those that know of the age old tradition of staring at the cherry blossoms, let me educate you.
This time of year cherry trees bloom; thus amazing the Japanese and consequently catching their attention for hours and even days at a time. While walking around one might see a group of happy folks sitting in a park getting nicely toasted (can you say "sake-bomb?") and eating some yakiniku (or grilled random beef parts...including, but not limited to, the hearts, lungs, etc.). Oh what a blessed thing!
Since it is quite an important part of the culture I thought it a great opportunity to have my class teach me a thing or two about nature and suggested that we have a class of just walking around and looking at the cherry trees on campus...it was a nice day and I really enjoyed it...which kinda scared me. It's like the old eighties song says..."today's Tom Sawyer's a mean mean man/..." oh wait, I'm thinking of "I think I'm turning..." I don't really want to go there.
Take care you all!
4.16.2005
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Just wanted to say that I liked the cherry blossoms on the old blog. The nature lover in me thought they were quite pretty, especially the one of the billboard. Anyway, I think that whoever suggested that you photograph them had a pretty damn good idea.
Toodles, Jill
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P.S.--Rachel found my blog through yours, and Aunt Mary just gave me Ruth's web site URL. I didn't give her your URL, but she and my mom were talking roundly about how you have a webpage. So, look forward to our aunts reading your blog. It's only a matter of time. Which reminds me of an Onion article, the text of which can be found here
The headline on it?
"Mom Finds Out About Blog."
Walking around looking at trees? You are the coolest teacher ever (besides my wife).
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