Mysterious mornings and long Journeys
When I opened the curtain on Sunday morning, a haze appeared for a while, probably because it had rained the day before and the temperature rose at a stretch. It was a mysterious morning.
The color of the leaves on the branches is beautiful recently, and it's fun watching underneath too.
And when I sit on the riverside, I feel good to watch ducks absorbedly shove their heads in water many times.
The Morning Glory of my home, bloomed for longer than I expected, but finally all the flowers have finished blooming. The last one didn't bloom strongly but gently. That was also good.
The edible chrysanthemum was sent again by my parents the other day, so I enjoyed it with Japanese SAKE.
And, there was a Bonus: It must have been a great adventure, of a long way from Niigata.
The monthly Niigata Komachi has been published this month.
I wrote very important things for me this time. It is a slightly embarrassing story, but if you see it, please take a look.
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