The cherry blossoms bloom, trees and bushes have just started to turn green. The air is cool and fresh, like just after a rain. The weather is generally beautiful, with elegant wisps of cloud on an azure sky. A slight breeze rustles the trees and make showers of pink blossoms to fall into the streams and dams of the garden. Old wooden bridges with ornamented railings cross them, often decorated with small figurines of vaguely oriental gods and heroes.
Small paths lead to different places in the garden or just curve gracefully back to their origin.
There is no edge of the garden, but it seems to be not too large. When walking through it, it never seems to repeat exactly, and the visitor seems to return almost to their starting point. Certain landmarks are constant, like the meditation pavilion, a small pavilion placed on a small island in a large dam where cranes move in the distance. Other places are the Shrine, a temple like building surrounded by high hedges, the Bridge of Mist, a bridge over a stream where thin streamers of mist flow over the water or the Stone, a large black rock surrounded by low benches. The reality of the garden has certain restrictions.