Jyanni Steffensen Her feet covered many cocoons...
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Cherry Blossom Time

Orlando Jones had been out photographing trees again, with abandon. She was still violently irritated over the bad singing at the restaurant. She was unbearable for three days. cherry blossom
She was also not committed to Russell Crowe's acting. One day she had glanced idly out of a window on the top floor of the Foreign Languages Building while the second year students were engrossed in a film. On the north side of the building there was a classical Chinese garden - modern classical, neo-classical garden. All of the tress and shrubs were still bare from winter, but for one large tree. In the middle of the garden there was a huge, mature cherry blossom tree in full bloom, lush and pink. Orlando Jones was astonished. She habitually associated cherry blossom season with Japan. On subsequent days she discovered many other cherry blossom trees on campus. Most of them were much smaller, planted in the newer garden in front of the Fine Arts Building. Many of the smaller trees, the saplings, in this garden had been wrapped during the winter in little quilts of straw and thick, brown paper. Other trees, including semi-mature cherry blossom trees had been dug up whole and removed for winter storage. Orlando Jones had been amazed when she had seen teams of workers digging up the trees - some quite large - and carting them away. Several of the evergreen pine trees (the ones so popular in traditional Chinese and Japanese drawings and paintings) had also been removed from outside the Foreign Languages Building. She assumed that they were stored in the glasshouse in the corner of the sport's oval. Attached to the roof of the glasshouse were thick straw mats that were rolled up during the day when it was sunny and rolled down at night against the frost and ice. These mats were used extensively on the farm glasshouses that dotted the countryside in Liaoning Province. Orlando Jones was impressed by the care that Chinese gardener's took with their plants. As Spring approached, the trees were replaced in their holes and blossomed on cue. After the cherry blossoms had finished, bushes of lush pink and yellow blooms burst forth all over the campus. Orlando Jones suddenly began to behave as though she was the house photographer for a gardening magazine.

"Here and there, on the trees, some leaves remain. And I often stand deep in thought before them. I contemplate a leaf and attach my hope to it. When the wind plays with the leaf, I tremble in every limb. And if it should fall, alas my hope falls with it."

SCHUBERT: "Letzte Hoffnung," Die Winterreise.

Dialectic would say: the leaf will not fall, and then it will fall; but meanwhile you will have changed and you will no longer ask yourself the question. [2]

On Temple Sweeping Day, the sky was appropriately overcast, gloomy and grey. One of her Chinese colleagues assured Orlando Jones that it was almost invariably so on this particular day. Orlando Jones was glad that the weather was so accommodating. Many Chinese people burned paper (representing money) so that their ancestors and other relatives who had died could have a more comfortable life in the underground world. It was also a day for planting flowers and tress. Orlando Jones approved of this custom. She was deeply attached to Chinese plants and gardens.