Daphne flowers have opened.
Spring has come.
No matter what the war, the injury, the abandonment of watering, the seasons bloom.
The flowers have opened this morning.
Spring has come to my house.
I was surprised.
Three days ago, 90- year- old a cupple's gardiner is doing the returning of the working stairs that I forsed to shift to the position that the gardiner first put on.
He has a sophificated sense and a skillful skill.
She took her busy business time to drive over 100km and came to see me injured in my right hand.
Hot vegetables of sengiri, green onions, cut into small pieces, orange fasing the skin etc. etc.
Noble and thankful deeds.
From now on, she will return 100km and clean up her workplace.
She is 65 years old,
we met at work when we were 52 each other.
She is very kind and tender to everyone.
I can't beat her very much.
I've gotten heartful
friends.
From the morning, two peaple repaired the electric fence and made stairs.
The feeling of positioning the stairs unrevaled is also.
His sense is amazing.
He is about 90 years old, and she is over 80 years old.
They are so cool.
I'm always encouraged by them.
Thank you for their spirit.
Fracture day 5, I saw something like yellow on the back bank.
I approached it, it's a small dandelion blooming.
Even though the corona, climate change, war, my fracture, and the human world are in state of impermanence and truthless, flowers bloom.