I mean, look at it. This tree is a THOUSAND years old. It has cranked out cascades of blossoms like this every spring, a thousand times. And if yesterday was any indication, the grand old lady is showing no signs of shirking anytime soon.
Just imagine a fast forward of this tree’s life, with generations of cherry blossom viewers ebbing and flowing all around it, as it grows slowly more venerable.
Well, you get the idea. Not only has this tree has been partying it up since my peasant-y forebears were being pillaged by the Vikings, it will undoubtedly keep on dishing out the goodness long after I’m gone.