At the entrance to the property stands a tree. A cherry tree. Despite the wind and the rain and the snow still scattered on the ground the first day we put the key in the door, it stood there blossoming as if none of it mattered. Pink and proud and unbeatable.
In the glow of this total disregard for adversity, Cherryblossom House was born. Maison de fleurs de cerisier. Not just as a home to physically live in, but as an idea to cultivate and nurture.
For whatever reason you have stumbled across this little place I wish you welcome.