THE-LAND-OF-CHEERY-CHERRY-BLOSSOMS

Today I am traveling to THE-LAND-OF-CHEERY-CHERRY-BLOSSOMS. Cheery cherries everywhere, growing red plump and delicious, white blossoms turning into fruit blowing in the wind and as seeds are children to become adults as trees on their own, with children of fruit, again and again blowing in the wind as generations and generations of blossomy flowers.

Not to pick from a fruit tree until it is three years old as we are taught by The Torah. Letting the fruit mature and the branches grow stronger, longer, multiplying its leaves getting greener and fuller, a thick trunk to hug with your full arms, and deeper roots drinking wetter waters. Giving the tree a chance to mature, to then produce more fruit than if picked early in its younger years. Letting children play, giving them games and fun times to remember, a childhood of laughter and emotional attachment to siblings. Not to force a child to grow up early picking its cherries too early. Given too much responsibility not to be able to develop a sense of happiness as a child robbed of a childhood.

Cherries being harvested, plopped on top of chocolate ice cream sundaes, sweet cherries sour cherries, put onto tongues and slurped, swished in a salivated mouth, sweetness and tanginess, bright shiny redness, plucking off the green stem, a cherry as a topping, a cherry on top.

Cherry blossom hand lotions, light, smooth and creamy, spread to soothe the skin, moisturizing, a nice aroma to sniff, to sniff and to saturate. To make the hands soft and pliable, beautiful hands beautifully touching softness, soft hands and a soft sense of touch, cherry blossom softness like newly fluffed cleaned laundry.

Cheery cherries, happy cherries that sing and bring joy! Cherries that are special, cherries that are rewards like candies, ice cream with a cherry on top! Laughing heartily while sucking on a cherry, having a cherry when others do not.

Long living, long life, happy and cheery in THE-LAND-OF-CHERRY-BLOSSOMS.