The mountain village where I used to live had a small ski slope. It was closed down long time ago and no one visits any more– I doubt even local villagers ever remember this place.

There is a big cherry tree right in the middle of the skiing course. That is rather an unusual  thing for a ski slope, but I like it very much, though.

When I was living in the village, I would go on a picnic under the cherry tree in spring and fall. Today, having had the day’s work done, I walked up the slope to the old cherry tree, which had already started to bloom.