The Weeping Sakura known as Shiradezakura.
In Yamanashi Prefecture, nestled high in the mountains, there is a small town named Minobuma that claims to be the creators of the first Weeping Sakura.
The Japanese love cherry blossoms or Sakura, this is reflected in the abundance of Japanese words for describing every minute detail about the blossoms. This video gives a quick rundown of all the terms for sakura.
And they have bred all sorts of special variety sakura. One of my favorites is the weeping sakura. The branches don’t look nice until they fill with pink blossoms, then they become like flowered curtains.
On a Sunday with perfect weather, we skipped on Tokyo and opted for the viewing rural cherry blossoms. A wise choice because tens of thousands descended on Tokyo cherry blossom parks like a plague of locust. (My friends on social media posted photos of the tarp-wielding hordes with their bentos, beers, and chopsticks.)
My husband found this place, the rumored birthplace of the Shiradezakura.
Behold! The Gates to Cherry Blossomland!
That staircase is no joke.
A sixth of the way up.
As I was trudging up, a group of three high school boys raced each other up these. I think it was “first one not to have a heart attack, wins!”
I reached the top.
That ropeway is a free escalator up and down. Why are the giant stairs at the front entrance and the convenient free ropeway hidden in the back?
The Shiradezakura really add beauty to the temple.
It’s the first time I’ve seen cherry blossoms hanging that low. When the wind blew, they smacked me.
The rest of this post is photos of all the hanging cherry blossoms (Shiradezakura) which is a specific type of cherry blossoms. Minobuyama claims to be the birthplace of Shiradezakura.
I feel I got some pretty gorgeous shots. What do you think?
I am glad my husband found this place. Way better than muscling through the crowds in Tokyo. This was remote enough that the crowds were not insane. I find it hard to enjoy cherry blossoms when it’s crowded, and usually skip on a place if there are too many people.
This was perfect. We could just enjoy the flowers for their fleeting beauty.