The other weekend was prime for the plum blossoms. They arrive much sooner than the cherry blossoms but there are some out at the same time. I went to a local plum orchard with some friends to take in the flowering of spring.
It was probably the warmest day it had been so far this season. The mountains were shrouded in a lovely curtain of white. I think that is one of the scarier parts of spring. All that pollen is wafting off the trees and inundating the air.
I'll share this moment with you too.
The plum orchards have paths running around and through them. There are large boulders that fell into the valley long ago. It makes for an interesting setting.
My head started to hurt earlier in the day. I would have gladly put out a blanket and lied under the trees sipping cold water. Alas, the pollen would hit me like a truck come the evening.
Cherry blossom viewing seems to be more popular for some reason.
There were lots of people out but not enough for it to feel crowded.
It's just too easy to photograph flowers and waterfalls I tell you. I feel like I'm cheating at this.
It's a sea of plum flowers keeping us away.
I really wanted to lie down and fall asleep under the trees. It's like a fantasy land.
By the time you meander through the orchard you have grown a bit tired of the flowering trees though.
I guess it's good they only come once a year.
But the hyotan and shidare are calling my name very soon... I have no choice but to go.