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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.