In Japan, the plum tree is almost a holy rhapsody because it is the first to bloom. Its blossoms herald spring, and its bouquet is sweet and new. So, one may be tempted to clip the flowers, leaving the tree unhewn; long-relieved but forsaking the coming fruits. Yes, one may take what one will when pleased to breath the first scent of the warming sublime, but the year is longer than the thaw and to reap best, one abides the time. Anticipation dresses your tables prettily, and all the while leaving you to hunger after what you really need. As your sons and daughters climb to the canopies, the year yields the harvest for those with patience enough to feast.