NOTHING LASTS. Need I say more to a bunch of gardeners? Not winter, nor spring, nor any other season; not Narcissus nor magnolias. Not us. The Japanese celebrate this very fact (instead of fearing it) in the form of the Sakura Matsuri, or Cherry Blossom Festival, which honors the ephemeral nature of all things. I like to celebrate it at every passing in the garden, like today when the magnolia flowers shattered in the warm breeze and fell from heaven to earth, like snow…speaking of things that are transient.