{"id":3830,"date":"2017-04-07T21:00:11","date_gmt":"2017-04-07T12:00:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/?p=3830"},"modified":"2017-04-07T21:35:39","modified_gmt":"2017-04-07T12:35:39","slug":"good-press","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/2017\/04\/07\/good-press\/","title":{"rendered":"Good press"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The cherry blossoms get good press.\u00a0 For many, they are the Jimi Hendrix of the spring flowers: virtuoso\u00a0rock stars who come on stage and dazzle—then leave us all too soon.<\/p>\n

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Here in Japan, at least, they have the status of great tragic heroes. They are Juliet, so pure and passionate, then, at such a young age,\u00a0gone.<\/p>\n

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When people say hanami<\/em> party (hanami–<\/em>literally, “viewing the flowers”), they are almost\u00a0always thinking about the cherry blossoms.\u00a0 No one I know, here in Shizuoka at least, has a hanami <\/em>party sitting beside\u00a0a tulip bed.<\/p>\n

Do you know how to count the blossoms on a mature cherry tree? As far as I know, there is only one way.<\/p>\n

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“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!!!!!”<\/p>\n

But a few days ago, as I commuted to work on my bicycle,\u00a0 I could see, easily (anyone could), that the cherries weren’t the only ones out showing themselves off.<\/p>\n

The cherries weren’t the only ones shining bright, for what (yes, they knew<\/em>) would only be a short time.<\/p>\n

\"170401_nichinichiso_450\"The nichinichso<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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The shaga.<\/em><\/p>\n

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The daffodils.<\/p>\n

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The camellias.<\/p>\n

\"170405_camelia_bee_b_600\"Not everyone puts the cherries above the camellias.<\/p>\n

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Not everyone puts the cherries above the na-no-hana<\/em>.<\/p>\n

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And what about the harujion<\/em>? Are they truly just weeds? Sure, maybe they need to comb their hair—but don’t they have their own sort of charm?<\/p>\n

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And the daisies—lord, what bad<\/em> press they’ve gotten!\u00a0 They make the soil soft and clean. They’re full of potasium, calcium, vitamins A, B, and C.<\/p>\n

Maybe you’ve gotten the idea that you don’t like them. Maybe you don’t want them in your yard. <\/em>That’s fine. But don’t tell me that the dandelion flowers are not beautiful. Don’t tell me that some of your children don’t think they are beautiful.<\/p>\n

Don’t get me wrong. I love the cherry blossoms, too. I love them on a blue-sky day, and on a rainy day, too.<\/p>\n

I just don’t like all this ranking. And all this ranking is probably the main reason why I’ve lost interest (for the most past, not completely, I admit) in competitve sports. Somebody beats somebody else 121-120, and somebody becomes the glorified champions of the universe—while somebody else becomes a footnote. They’re the losers. Maybe they even choked<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Choked 121-120.<\/p>\n

Ranking is dividing. Dividing is divorce. Divorce, in all<\/em> its meanings,\u00a0is one of the worst—if not the worst—thing there is.<\/p>\n

Nature is a Unitarian.<\/p>\n

Anyway, when it comes to the dandelions, if you’re determined to exterminate them, you’d better have a pretty damned good plan.\u00a0 They like living just as much as you—and they’re ready.<\/p>\n

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