I love cherry blossom.
Most of Japanese love it.
Spring is the season of commencement, and new semester of school in Japan.
People take pictures of their children under the tree on the occasion.
I have some pictures of when I was a student, which might be took by my parents or friend's father. After I became a parent, of course, took pictures of my kids under the cherry blossom when their school entrance ceremony.
So, memories of cherry blossom are concerned with starts of school life , happy smile of parents, new friend , and little nervous feeling toward new life.
Probably most of us have similar feeling.
I have other memories concerning cherry blossom.
Two years ago, my father was notified by doctor that he had cancer and his remain life is about half year.
My father said me,
“ I want to see cherry blossom next year, but I don't know if I can do."
I knew the feeling, but I couldn't say anything.
I appreciate that I can enjoy cherry blossom this year too.