After mowing around the mansion for the first time in a year, I found a dandelion flower on the edge of the western concrete.
What I learned from my beloved dog, Haru, who passed away two years ago, is that even the flowers that bloom in the fields are innocent.
To be praised,
to be recognized, or
to be evaluated, it's not like that kind of feeling is blooming.
It sprouts from a single fluff, spreads roots, grows leaves and stems, flowers, seeds, and dies.
It just blooms and ends.
Just as Haru lived the dog, Tanpopo also ends up living the dandelion.
A dandelion that ends by living a dandelion, I, as a human being, live the life that I desire.
Tanpopo, I learned 天心 from you, thank you.
