Miles from Home

Konnichiwa!

I am writing about the 11th Annual Buffalo Cherry Blossom Festival which was this past weekend, April 27th and the 28th. I decided to venture out to the Japanese Garden to take part in the festivities, despite the drizzle of rain, and I was positively delighted to see car-lined streets. We had to park a bit away from the garden as there were many attendees.

Even though the cherry blossoms reached their peak earlier than anticipated, the festival has managed to maintain its charm and allure, drawing in locals and visitors alike to celebrate the beauty of spring and Japanese culture! Despite the transition from petals to leaves, the atmosphere at the Buffalo History Museum was vibrant and welcoming, with a plethora of activities and delights awaiting attendees.

Below are some photos of the garden when it’s in full bloom. You can also check out my post from a few weeks ago, if you’re interested in further cherry blossom content.

The Japanese Garden in Delaware Park butts up against the Buffalo History Museum, which adds a unique view of the marble European building in the background of the Japanese garden. I enjoy this view because it feels like a fusion of the United States and Japan and plays into Buffalo’s sister city status with Kanazawa. It also feels like a reflection of myself, a mix between Japanese and American.

Inside the Buffalo History Museum giftshop, they had some cherry blossom related merchandise where I purchased a small painting of the garden in bloom by a local artist. Considering I didn’t pay an entrance fee for the museum, I wanted to give back in some way.

Further in the museum at the main level, it was full of tables from organizations and volunteers who helped make the festival possible. The upper level of the museum was full of local charities and organizations. The lower level was where all things related to Japan were nestled.

What the vendors had for sale in the lower level was extremely varied showcasing the different aspects of Japanese culture nestled in the city of Buffalo. Some vendors sold cosplay items while others sold traditional dolls. There was a table that sold jewelry and across from that was a table selling omamori from a local Buddhist temple (which I didn’t know we had!).

As I wandered through the bustling aisles of the Buffalo History Museum, my eyes were drawn to a table adorned with vibrant silks and intricate patterns. Curious, I approached the display, where a friendly face greeted me with a warm smile. It was none other than Kyoko-san. I was not aware she was the owner of a small business specializing in crafting materials sourced from old kimonos and obi.

As we chatted, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection to the beautiful fabrics before me. Growing up with Japanese heritage, the sight of these traditional textiles stirred a deep appreciation within me, reminding me of cherished memories spent with family and loved ones. The owner shared stories of her passion for preserving and repurposing these pieces of Japanese culture, and I found myself captivated by her dedication and creativity.

Although I left empty-handed, aside from a little Kokeshi Doll keychain, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for stumbling upon such a hidden gem amidst the bustling festival. It was a testament to the diversity and creativity that thrived within the Cherry Blossom Festival, offering something for everyone to discover and delight in. You can find Kyoko-san’s business on Etsy under KimonologyNY.

As I reflect on my experience at the 11th Annual Cherry Blossom Festival in Buffalo, I am reminded of the beauty and resilience of both nature and culture. Despite the early peak of the cherry blossoms, the festival blossomed into a vibrant celebration of springtime splendor and Japanese heritage. From the bustling vendor stalls to the serene Japanese Garden against the backdrop of the Buffalo History Museum, every aspect of the event was a testament to the diverse tapestry of experiences that make up our community.

Encountering Kyoko-san and her exquisite crafting materials was just one of many highlights that made this festival truly unforgettable. It’s moments like these that remind us of the power of connection and the joy of discovery. As the festival comes to a close, I am filled with gratitude for the opportunity to immerse myself in the sights, sounds, and flavors of Japanese culture, and I look forward to continuing this journey of exploration in the days to come. Until next year’s bloom, sayonara and arigatou gozaimasu!