Cherry Tree Quotes

“Each cherry took about three seconds to eat. Three seconds to eat, but at least five years in the making. It seemed unfair to the hard-working cherry tree. The least I could do was to devote my attention to the cherry in those three seconds, really appreciate the tartness of the skin and the faint crunching sound when I bite down. I guess it's called mindfulness. Or being in the moment, or making the mundane sacred. Whatever it is, I'm doing it more. Like the ridiculously extended thank-you list for my hummus, the fruit taboo made me more aware of the whole cherry process, the seed, the soil, the five years of watering and waiting. That's the paradox: I thought religion would make me live with my head in the clouds, but as often as not, it grounds me in this world.”
― A.J. Jacobs, The Year of Living Biblically: One Man's Humble Quest to Follow the Bible as Literally as Possible

“The tree's demise has also opened up the green space beneath, allowing spring primroses and apricot-colored epimediums to thrive.
And another joy... the small Japanese cherry tree that had struggled in the shade of the chestnut has now found its feet. In a heartbeat it has put on girth and height, a sudden spurt of growth as if in a hurry to fill the vacant space and cover our nakedness. For three weeks in May the blossom flutters in the breeze like a million white butterflies, then covers the underlying hawthorn and spiraea bushes with tiny petals. A silver lining of the very best sort.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“What made the tree unusual were the strange colors of these flowers. The nearer they were to the tips of the branches, the deeper they were in shade, gradually transitioning from the white and pale tones of a somei-yoshino, or Yoshino cherry, tree to the vibrant hues of a bell-flowered cherry. It seemed as though this single tree was painted in every imaginable shade of pink and red.
From time to time, a gust of wind swept through the branches, creating marble-like swirls of white, scarlet and light coral on the ground.”
― Yuka Maeno, The Vanishing Cherry Blossom Bookshop