“If you have left the Capital as the first summer cherries appeared, here, in the heart of the mountains (in Blajeni), you will find indeed a second spring. Hardly now the plumn and cherry trees are full of flowers.Beside the domestic ones, which give at the end of the month June the famous big, red-yellow, stony fruits, named by the people from there ‘moacre’, are also growing the wild cherry trees, of huge proportions, with bitter, small fruits from which the jam is made. Their trunk can reach one and a half meters in diameter. Their flowers, amazingly big, united with the ones of the other trees, release a scent that fills the huge place of pure feery with brightness. I am a man from the plain and I know what the charm of the tea forests, when the flowers clothe them in gold, means. Well, the perfume of these cherry trees is more touching and more stunning than the one from the tea. When the scent of spring moves the pure air of the mountains, full with esences from the trees, it becomes thick and heavy and you can barely breathe. It is a kind of spiritual, overwhelming drunk.”

            Nichifor crainic – writer