I took my 99 year-old grandpa to cherry blossom
viewing this weekend. We parked our car
by the trees. We opened all the windows
and viewed them from the car. I prepared
matcha at the little space between
the driver’s and passenger’s seats.
As my grandpa drank the tea, some petals
came in from the window onto his shoulder and lap. How peaceful!
He was so happy with the blossoms and tea,
and thanked me many times. He sometimes
doesn’t remember things, even my name.
However, he talks about the tea that I served at the past blossom viewings. I think he enjoys the tea so much and it has
a huge impact that it remains in his memories. I
hope the memory of this picnic will be with him as well.