Cherry Blossom Winter Novels & Stories

As our conversation over the parchment ended my father excused himself to his room and returned with a package which resembled the size of our face basin. When I first saw the package, I was a little filled with disappointment because what I desired was an adventure as my gift. I wanted more than anything to go to the celebration of Hanami tomorrow. It was a celebration that the main village threw every year for all to attend to watch the cherry blossoms bloom. We saw it as a time of renewal and a reminder to enjoy the fleeting nature of life. The blooms only stayed open for about two weeks after Hanami began and then for another year the branches would sit empty in the village. However, all

Crystal parked the car in front of the Han river park and took her phone from her purse before getting down from the car. It's still dark, and so cold. She wrapped her scarf around her and rolled her eyes around. The pathway was dense with rows of cherry blossom trees. The late winter breeze made her legs numb though it was quite refreshing with the touch of the pleasant smell of the trees and flowers. The place was so peaceful at this hour. Obviously, who will come here now?

“If you have any news, contact me immediately.” There was a slight pause before Kenji spoke again. “You still have that flower?” Yuri knew what flower her uncle was talking about -- The stalk of the cherry blossom flowers, otherwise known as the sakura blossoms, that Kenji had brought over during his January visit that year, and which Hitomi had placed in a vase half-filled with water. “Of course. Niisan never forgot that my favourite sakura blossoms. Every year, you always picked a stalk of it for me when the sakura blossoms in Japan.” There was a slight pause. “It’s getting late. I’ll make up a bed for you—”

I stand and walk away, my mood improving after the feel of his lips on mine. ***** The Winter Dance comes every year after classes are over. It's the time to celebrate that we finally have our vacations and when new romances spring. When the snow king and queen get selected. The school is slowly becoming this enchanted ice castle. All the clubs are involved in the decorations and in organizing the festivity. Christmas trees are almost on every corner. Lights of white and blue colors cover the ceiling. There are white garlands on the walls.

I don't like the silence that I used to love, not when it means she isn't talking. I watch her, as she takes in the landscape of the mountains I love. This time of the year, the mountain tops are still covered in snow from the winter, making them look like they glitter in the sun. Flowers are starting to bloom, and ssoon, there will be spring berries all over.

he looked at the people around him and curled his eyes with a smile as he handed the trophy back to Ashly, "so this trophy is still to be given to you. You are the eternal number one." Ashly couldn't help but interrupt her performance. She tugged her mate's hand with a smile and commented, "It's so naive." "No," Alex said, saying he did not accept it, "very mature and very mature. "Will it be okay?" "Okay." Ashly stopped refuting but asked instead, "What are you going to do next?" "The flowering period of the cherry blossoms has recently arrived. Let's go and see it for a while," Alex asked sideways about Ashly's opinion.

"That's a peach tree." Avery noticed that Ivy was drawn to it and went into the store with Ivy. "Mom, peach flowers don't bloom during this time of the year, right?" Ivy asked. "Is this fake? It looks real, though." "These are real peach blossoms," the owner explained. "You can take a closer look if you don't believe me. It smells great as well! We take care of it in a specific way so that it blooms in January, so it costs a little more."

They happened to be passing a quiet birch grove. The slender white trunks stood tall and still, their leaves whispering softly in the breeze. Along the edge of the grove, a few wild cherry trees dotted the landscape. Though winter hadn’t fully settled in yet, small pink buds had already begun to appear on the branches—on the brink of blooming. After watching for a while, Raina couldn’t tell any difference between the two roads. Her luck had never been particularly good, so she returned to the car and checked the GPS again, but it seemed dead—frozen on the screen, refusing to respond.

Lily nodded in agreement, and went to deliver the message. Carissa indeed found it inappropriate to meet them. It was clear that they were interested in the Warren family, a matter she had no say in. It was best to avoid the visit. After the response was sent, two more days passed, and the first snowfall of the winter began to fall. The snow was light, just enough to cover the yard with a thin layer of white frost before it stopped. Carissa continued to take Ryan to the orchid garden. The orchids had started to bloom, with delicate pink and deep purple petals dusted with a layer of frost, creating a beautiful scene.

Then paused before adding, “Wait! Send me the media asking for an interview.” I could hear the excitement in my PA’s voice before I disconnected the call. I opened the door to see the kitchen was a mess. Flour littered the floor, with some kitchen utensils scattered about. Upon walking closer, I saw Winter by the sink, her index finger under the running tap. “Are you okay?” I asked, rushing towards her. This caused her to turn to me. “I was bored, so I tried to bake,” she said, casually. “What happened?” I asked, but I didn’t need an explanation to know what had happened.