In the cherry-trees alone lies the attraction.
For one week out of the fifty-two the cherry-tree stands thus glorified, a vision of beauty prolonged somewhat by the want of synchronousness of the different kinds.

Then the petals fall.

What was a nuptial veil becomes a winding-sheet, covering the sod as with winter's winding-sheet of snow, destined itself to disappear, and the tree is nothing but a common cherry-tree once more.
But flowers are by no means over because the cherry blossoms are past.

A brief space, and the same crowds that flocked to the cherry turn to the wistaria.

Gardens are devoted to the plants, and the populace greatly given to the gardens.