A bucolic interlude

When I got out of the car yesterday, I heard the bees buzzing, looked up to see them pollinating the freshly bloomed cherry blossom and started to imagine waggle dances back at the hive. Would I even have noticed this small glory of nature if I hadn't trained my mind with Honeybee Democracy?

Cherry blossom and insight just as I commence Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind; a good omen.

The dusty passages of Icons passim provide a haiku from 2006 and let me know the tree has bloomed earlier this year.

The photograph that once adorned it is lost somewhere in the interwebs though; mono no aware.

Legend tells of a legendary literateur, whose literary skills were the stuff of legend.

He travelled the land in search of worthy folios ........