One gentle colors of the evening sky

The raging morning winds have passed, and it's a deceptively calm evening.

Due to Typhoon No. 6, it was a day without lessons and mowing work.

How long has it been since I sat in a chair in the evening?

I realized once again that I am spending hard days.

Dear God, thank you for the soft evening sky and the peaceful time.

Spilled Morning Glory

The strong winds of Typhoon No. 6 rumbled through the mountains, blowing blinds, breaking persimmon branches, and knocking down lilies.

In such a way, the morning glory in the flowerpot bloomed.

It's a spilled morning glory that blooms every year.

The strong wind and rain interrupted my work outside, and I couldn't leave it to my thoughts.

It's a small cute flower that soothes such frustration.

By the way, this post is the 1111th post to commemorate.

Thank you God.