Cherry Trees and Hope

I love my cherry trees.

Nearly every day I pause and look out my window to observe them, even in winter.  Even when it seems like nothing is happening.  I’ve learned that when I think nothing is happening, I am mistaken, for one day I’ll see this.

I draw strength from these trees.

Their potential gives me hope.  I want to believe that I have potential like my trees.

Sometimes I feel like I work so hard, but all it amounts to is an occasional bud here or there, and the tree as a whole (my life) seems unchanged.  I wonder how it can possibly add up to anything of value.

My cherry tree tells me to hang on, to have faith that one morning I’ll wake up and the sun will be shining…

… and this will happen.

Some stages of life seem to have very long winters.  My tree helps me hope that spring might still come.

I want to believe that my life can blossom…

…into something as beautiful and productive as my cherry tree.

I hope that someday my life may even be laden with sweet, juicy fruit.

Until then, I sit beneath it’s blooming branches, breathe deeply, and keep hoping.

So if in your life it still feels like winter, I hope you’ll join me in waiting.  There’s a chair out there, if you want to sit and stay a while.

Today I am grateful for cherry trees.

Hopeful Homemaker


  • Beautiful post Jennifer. Love the tree and chair. Oh, how I miss cherry trees and their blossoms. I have so many wonderful memories growing up with cherries and cherry trees. I would love to sit and wait with you under the tree until the winter of life becomes spring then summer and we can enjoy the sweet, juicy fruit of what our lives have become. So grateful for your friendship. Thanks for this post.

  • Kristen

    they are so pretty- I hope it’s not snowing down there today like it is here!

  • I live in Narnia where there is eternal winter!

  • I used to live in Japan, I really miss the yearly Cherry blossoms. Cherry blossom ice cream is great too!

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