Every year, I watch the cherry tree with great anticipation of the several blessed days of sakura cherry blossoms.
sakurburĝonojn… senvole la okuloj ŝtelrigardadas / sakura buds… keep drawing the eye to steal a glance.
Every year, it teases and torments me as the buds swell and open in fits and starts.
burĝonoj svelas, eĉ krevas iomete… kaj eble morgaŭ / buds swell, even splitting a little… and maybe tomorrow.
This year, we had a long run of near-summer weather and the cherry tree came right to the very edge of opening, and then cooler weather blew in. Terrifyingly, in a couple of days, frosty weather in the teens is forecast -- we've all got our fingers crossed hoping that the buds will hang on until the cold weather passes through.
Since we moved here, I've always wanted to drink sake in the spring while watching the cherry blossoms. But I've not had appropriate glasses or little pitcher for warming sake. I've seen them in the stores, but haven't quite been willing to spend the money on them for something I'd use so rarely -- especially given that I don't really like sake all that much. But this year, I decided to get them, so I picked them up at Mom's Chinese last night. This has probably doomed the cherries for sure, but at least I can drown my sorrows in warm sake.
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