The mysterious world of nameless flowers

Yesterday morning, I went to put up the deer net, and my eye was caught by a piece of grass with lovely buds among the stones on the ground.

When I searched, it was called Uri Kusa.

The third and final mowing of the year is scheduled for September 15th.

Early in the morning, I stop to look at the lovely, nameless flowers and contemplate the mystery of these tiny flowers, and the time begins again.

Withstanding the winds of Typhoon No. 10...

It was rainy and windy yesterday and the day before yesterday.

I was worried that the newly installed pump cover would be blown away by the strong winds of the typhoon, but I was relieved that it wasn't blown away.

It's raining intermittently this morning, but the wind has stopped and the sky is cloudy.

We have long heard about Japan becoming subtropical due to global warming, but for those of us who grew up as children in the 1950s, it is becoming more difficult to tell the seasons from year to year, and it feels very strange.

Where has the Japanese lifestyle of the 1950s, with its clear and beautiful four seasons, gone?

The reason why spring and autumn, which gently connect winter and summer, have disappeared lies in the way we humans live our lives...

Although impermanence is a norm in the material world, we would like to move forward together with the Earth, striving for coexistence and prosperity.

...That's what I think, as someone who was born in the 1950s and continues to live a Showa-era life in the countryside.