From a little while ago, from Rabbit Moon・兎月, the end of sakura season shown as a single stray petal. Filled with creamy red bean paste and bittersweet with the thought of the blooms passing. I’ll borrow from my friend’s translation of a 9th-century poem by Ariwara no Narihira about sakura season in Japan:
世の中にたえて桜のなかりせば春の心はのどけからまし
If there were no cherry blossoms in this world, my spring heart would be calm.
Tea, Sweets and Trails 