Cherry blossom (sakura) season has been and gone for another year. There’s a reason it’s a thing. Those people you meet at parties who drawl “oh, you simply must go and see the cherry blossoms!” are irritating (Moon Tan and I may be part of this club now), but they’ve got a point.
In Adelaide, winter turns to summer with a few weeks of not-quite-so-cold-but-not-yet-boiling weather in between. But in Japan, spring is a real season, and the cherry blossoms announce its arrival.
During winter, it’s easy to forget how many people there are in Tokyo (answer: a lot). But as soon as the first sakura blooms arrive, it’s almost impossible to go anywhere or do anything. You’d think this would be annoying, and it is in a way, but it’s also really exciting. Everyone’s in a good mood, there’s picnics and drinking, and you don’t need to put on two jackets to leave the house.
We had an Australian guest staying with us — code name “Two Humps.” I took Two Humps to Meiji Park (as distinct from Meiji Shrine) because we heard that there might be some cherry blossoms there. Indeed there were — along with a sqillion people. We had to line up for about 45 minutes just to get into the park. Totally worth it, though.