Water Memorial Service

The color of the frame of the hydrangea I had taken a cutting from was so beautiful that I cut one off and floated it in a washtub.

I accidentally switched the switch valve to the hot water side, and carelessly let hot water flow through the Πwater, boiling the flower petals in 80℃ water...

The petals released into the water shine as if they have found a place to belong...

A moment of flower offering. I am grateful for the hydrangeas that have brought comfort and moisture to my kitchen for so long since the summer solstice, and for the moment I was able to take a moment of prayer while thinking about the workings of providence.

Making hydrangea cuttings

Last night around 8 p.m., I looked up at the eastern sky, saw the Summer Triangle and the Milky Way, and went to bed with a smile on my face, and then it seems the deer arrived.

The blue hydrangeas that I had grown from cuttings last summer and grown well in prepared potting soil were all nibbled, and by this morning they were completely destroyed.

We are aware that it is we humans who are neglecting the care of the mountains and invading their habitat.

We must continue to remain vigilant and use all our wisdom to find a path to coexistence and prosperity.

Undaunted, I made a third cutting and soaked it in culture solution.

I am grateful for God's providence and ask for His protection and blessings.