When I was a young child after World War ll people had very little money.

Neighbors  invited each other to gather at the mountainside as a modest pleasure of spring.

They sat beneath cherry trees full of blossoms, enjoyed box lunches, had drinks and sang all day and  far into the night.

Everyone came .

Yes, neighbors and ‘everyone’. Animals, fairies, monsters, ghosts and mountain gods joined the parties.

Moonlight shimmered through the trees and cast strange shadows across the face of visitors.

Beards became darker and faces seemed longer.

The neighbors were drunk.

Nobody cared.

They were together and safe for Cherry BlossomViewing.

This was a short dream of good old spring day.

It’s a lonely cherry blossom viewing this year becuse of Corona virus

Cotton fabrics , Dyed fabrics

machine sewing , embroidery

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