Summer Typing 2015 ＜11＞ 朝顔咲いた♪

Matthew had taken the scrawny little hand awkwardly in his ; then and
　there ha decided what to do . He could not tell this child with the glowing
　eyes that there had been a mistake ; he would take her home and let Marilla
　do that . She couldn't be left at Bright River anyhow , no matter what mistake
　had been made, so all questions and explanations might as well be deferred
　until he was safely back at Green Gables .
　" I'm sorry I was late ," he said shyly. " Come along . The horse is over
　in the yard . Give me your bag ."

" Oh , I can carry it ," the child responded cheerfully . " It isn't heavy .
　I've got all my worldly goods in it , but it isn't heavy . And if it isn't carried
　in just a certain way the handle pulls outーso I'd better keep it because
　I know the exact knack of it . It's an extremely old carpet-bag . Oh , I'm
　very glad you've come , even if it would have been nice to sleep in a wild
　cherry-tree . We've got to drive a long piece , haven't we ? Mrs. Spencer
　said it was eight miles . I'm glad because I love driving . Oh , it seems so
　wonderful that I'm going to live with you and , belong to you . I've never
　belonged to anybodyーnot really . But the asylum was the worst . I've only
　been in it four months, but that was enough . I don't suppose you ever were
　an orphan in an asylum , so you can't possibly understand what it is like .
　It's worse than anything you could imagine . Mrs. Spencer said it was wicked
　of me to talk like that , but I didn't mean to be wicked . It's so ease to be
　wicked without knowing it , isn't it ? They were good , you knowーthe asylum
　people . But there is so little scope for the imagination in an asylumーonly just
　on the other orphans . It was pretty interesting to imagine things about them--
　to imagine that perhaps the girl who sat next to you was really the daughter
　of a belted earl , who had been stolen away from her parents in her infancy
　by a cruel nurse who died before she could confess . I used to lie awake at
　nights and imagine things like that , because I didn't have time in the day .
　I guess that's why I'm so thinーI AM dreadful thin , ain't I ? There isn't a pick on
　my bones . I do love to imagine I'm nice and plump , with dimples in my elbows ."

　
　うちの朝顔、種まきが遅かったせいか、８月も終わりに近づいた今日、ようやく
　最初の花が１つ開いた　薄いピンクの大輪の花
　昨日の夜見たときに、つぼみが膨らんでいたので気になっていて、
　朝の早い時間に目がさめたついでに一度覗いてみたら、半分ぐらい開いていた。
　（４：４５って、外はまだ暗いの～～～（笑））

　それから１時間。外が明るくなったので、カメラ片手にベランダに出て、
　今年最初の朝顔を、じっくりゆっくり心ゆくまで撮影いたしました
　
　

Summer Typing 2015 ＜10＞ 夏のスポーツ観戦

She had been watching him ever since he had passed her and she had her eyes
　on him now . Matthew was not looking at her and would not have seen what she
　was really like if he had been , but an ordinary observer would have seen this :
　A child or about eleven , garbed in a very short , very tight , very ugly dress of
　yellowish-gray wincey . She wore a faded brown sailor hat and beneath the hat ,
　extending down her back , were two braids of very thick, decidedly red hair .
　Her face was small , white and thin , also much freckled ; her mouth was large and
　so were her eyes , which looked green in some lights and moods and gray in others .

So far, the ordinary observer; an extraordinary observer might have seen that
　the chin was very pointed and pronounced ; that the big eyes were full of spirit
　and vivacity ; that the mouth was sweet-lipped and expressive ; that the forehead
　was broad and full ; in short , our discerning extraordinary observer might have
　concluded that no commonplace soul inhabited the body or this stray woman-child
　of whom shy Matthew Cuthbert was so ludicrously afraid .

Matthew , however , was spared the ordeal of speaking first , for as soon as
　she concluded that he was coming to her she stood up , grasping with one thin
　brown hand the handle of a shabby , old-fashioned carpet-bag ; the other she
　held out to him.
　“ I suppose you are Mr . Matthew Cuthbert of Green Gables ? ”she said in a
　peculiarly clear , sweet voice . “ I'm very glad to see you . I was beginning to
　be afraid you weren't coming for me and I was imagining all the things that might
　have happened to prevent you . I had made up my mind that if you didn't come
　for me to-night I'd go down the track to that big wild cherry-tree at the bend ,
　and climb up into it to stay all night . I wouldn't be a bit afraid , and it would be
　lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine , don't
　you think ? You could imaging you were dwelling in marble halls , couldn't you ?
　And I was quite sure you would come for me in the morning , if you didn't to-night .”


　水泳、高校野球が終わって・・・
　いよいよ明日からは世界陸上が始まる～
　明日は確か・・・男子マラソンと１００予選だっけ！？　
　あ・男子８００の予選もあるみたい
　観るど～～～

Summer Typing 2015 ＜9＞ つめ・・・つめ（・・？）

Matthew encountered the stationmaster locking up the ticket office
　preparatory to going home for supper , and asked him if the five-thirty
　train would soon be along.
　“ The five-thirty train has been in and gone half an hour ago ,”answered
　that brisk official .
　“ But there was a passenger dropped off for youーa little girl . She's sitting
　out there on the shingles . I asked her to go into the ladies' waiting room ,
　but she informed me gravely that she preferred to stay outside . ‘ There was
　more scope for imagination ,’she said . She's a case , I should say .”

　“ I'm not expecting a girl ,”said Matthew blankly .“ It's a boy I've come for .
　He should be here . Mrs. Alexander Spencer was to bring him over from
　Nova Scotia for me .”

　The stationmaster whistled.


“ Guess there's some mistake,”he said . “ Mrs. Spencer came off the train
　with that girl and gave her into my charge . Said you and your sister were adopting
　her from an orphan asylum and that you would be along for her presently . That's
　all I know about itーand I haven't got any more orphans concealed hereabouts .”

　“ I don't understand ,” said Matthew helplessly , wishing that Marilla was at hand to
　cope with the situation .
　“ Well, you'd better question the girl ,”said the stationmaster carelessly .　“ I dare say
　she'll be able to explainーshe's got a tongue of her own , that's certain . Maybe they
　were out of boys of the brand you wanted .”

He walked jauntily away , being hungry , and the unfortunate Matthew was left
　to do that which was harder for him than bearding a lion in its denーwalk up to a girl
　ーa strange girlーan orphan girlーand demand of her why she wasn't a boy . Matthew
　groaned in spirit as he turned about and shuffled gently down the platform towards her .

　
　今朝、足の爪を切っていて、ふと思い出した。
　そういえば・・・SEIYUで見かけたうえちゃんも、ちょっと前にランチした☆ちゃんも、
　きれいにペディキュアしてたな～って。　　共に５０代の二人。
　サンダルで歩くならペディキュアは大人の女の身だしなみ！？
　ペディキュアなんて、最後にしたのはいつだったか（・・？）思い出せもしない。
　ああ・私って、意外とがさつだったのん？？？
　まあ・もうじき夏も終わることだし・・・・まいっか～

Summer Typing 2015 ＜8＞ せみ

Matthew Cuthbert and the sorrel mare jogged comfortably over the eight miles
　to Bright River . It was a pretty road , running along between snug farmsteads ,
　with now and again a bit or balsamy fir wood to drive through or a hollow where
　wild plums hung out their filmy bloom . The air was sweet with the breath of many
　apple orchards and the meadows sloped away in the distance to horizon mists of
　pearl and purple ; while

　"The little birds sang as if it were
　　The one day of summer in all the year ."

Matthew enjoyed the drive after his own fashion , except during the moments
　when he met women and had to nod to themーfor in Prince Edward island you
　are supposed to nod to all and sundry you meet on the road whether you know
　them or not .

Matthew dreaded all women except Marilla and Mrs. Rachel; he had an uncom-
　fortable feeling that the mysterious creatures were secretly laughing at him.
　He may have been quite right in thinking so , for he was an odd-looking personage ,
　with an ungainly figure and long iron-gray hair that touched his stooping shoulders ,
　and a full , soft brown beard which he had worn ever since he was twenty . In fact ,
　he had looked at twenty very much as he looked at sixty , lacking a little of the
　grayness .

When he reached Bright River there was no sign of any train; he thought he
　was too early , so he tied his horse in the yard of the small Bright River hotel
　and went over to the station house . The long platform was almost deserted;
　the only living creature in sight being a girl who was sitting on a pile of shingles
　at the extreme end . Matthew , barely noting that it WAS a girl , sidled past
　her as quickly as possible without looking at her . Had he looked he could hardly
　have failed to notice the tense rigidity and expectation of her attitude and
　expression . She was sitting there waiting for something or somebody and ,
　since sitting andwaiting was the only thing to do just then , she sat and waited
　with all her might and main .


　とくに書くこともなく・・・今日のタイトルは、なんと！＜せみ＞
　洗濯物を取り込もうとベランダに出たら、蝉の声がすごかった！！！
　夏の終わりを敏感に感じてなのか？どうなのか？？
　蝉の気持ちは分からないけれど・・・（・・？）
　まるで何かに急かされて鳴いているかのようなけたたましさだ。

　蝉の声と共に夏が通り過ぎてゆく。　　　

　　　　　　　　これはカブトムシ。
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　これはクワガタ。


　
　

Summer Typing 2015 ＜7＞ 話題の？公園

"Well , I hope it will turn out all right ," said Mrs. Rachel in a tone that plainly
　indicated her painful doubts . "Only don't say I didn't warn you if he burns
　Green Gables down or puts strychnine in the wellーI heard of a case over in
　New Brunswick where an orphan asylum child did that and the whole family
　died in fearful agonies. Only, it was a girl in that instance."
　"Well , we're not getting a girl ," said Marilla , as if poisoning wells were a
　purely feminine accomplishment and not to be dreaded in the case of a boy .
　"I'd never dream or taking a girl to bring up . I wonder at Mrs. Alexander Spencer
　for doing it . But there , SHE wouldn't shrink from adopting a whole orphan asylum
　if she took it into her head ."


Mrs. Rachel would have liked to stay until Matthew come home with his imported
　orphan . But reflecting that it would be a good two hours at least before his arrival
　she concluded to go up the road to Robert Bell's and tell the news . It would certainly
　make a sensation second to none , and Mrs. Rachel dearly loved to make a sensation .
　So she took herself away , somewhat to Marilla's relief , for the latter felt her doubts
　and fears reviving under the influence of Mrs. Rachel's pessimism .

"Well , of all things that ever were or will be !" ejaculated Mrs. Rachel when she
　was safely out in the lane . "It does really seem as if I must be dreaming . Well , I'm
　sorry for that poor young one and no mistake . Matthew and Marilla don't know
　anything about children and they'll expect him to be wiser and steadier that his own
　grandfather , if so be's he ever had a grandfather , which is doubtful . It seems
　uncanny to think of a child at Green Gables somehow ; there's never been one there ,
　for Matthew and Marilla were grown up when the new house was built--if they ever
　WERE children , which id hard to believe when one looks at them . I wouldn't be in
　that orphan's shoes for anything . My , but I pity him , that's what ."

So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fulness of her heart ; but if
　she could have seen the child who was waiting patiently at the Bright River station
　at that very moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound .


　少し前ＴＶで紹介していた公園が気になったので、お盆休み中に行ってみた
　＜ふなばしアンデルセン公園＞は、花がいっぱいの公園でした
　のんびり散歩するなら花の城やメルヘンの丘ゾーンに近い南ゲートから入るのがお勧め
　年間パスポートはなんと３千円　今回は気づかず一日の前売り券を買ってしまったけど
　次に行ったらパスポート買っちゃうかも～～～

Summer Typing 2015 ＜6＞ ベスト８の試合

Mrs. Rachel prided herself on always speaking her mind; she proceeded
　to speak it now , having adjusted her mental attitude to this amazing piece
　of news .
　"Well, Marilla, I'll just tell you plain that I think you're doing a mighty foolish
　thingーa risky thing , that's what . You don't know what you're getting . You're
　bringing a strange child into your house and home and you don't know a single
　thing about him nor what his disposition is like nor what sort of parents he had
　nor how he's likely to turn out. Why, it was only last week I read in the paper
　how a man and his wife up west of the Island took a boy out of an orphan asylum
　and he set fire to the house at nightーset it ON PURPOSE, Marillaーand nearly
　burnt them to a crisp in their beds . And I know another case where an adopted
　boy used to suck the eggsーthey couldn't break him of it . If you had asked my
　advice in the matterーwhich you didn't do , Marilla--I'd have said for mercy's
　sake not to think of such a thing , that's what ."

This Job's comforting seemed neither to offend nor to alarm Marilla .
　She knitted steadily on .
　"I don't deny there's something in what you say , Rachel . I've had some
　qualms myself . But Matthew was terrible set on it . I could see that , so
　I gave in . It's so seldom Matthew sets his mind on anything that when he
　dose I always feel it's my duty to give in . And as for the risk , there's risks
　in pretty near everything a body does in this world . There's risks in people's
　having children of their own if it comes to thatーthey don't always turn out well .
　And then Nova Scotia is right close to the Island. It isn't as if we were getting
　him form England or the States . He can't be much different from ourselves ."


　お盆明けの今日は、お天気悪いです～～～
　それもあってか、気温も少し低めで少し過ごしやすい気もします
　しかし！甲子園は熱いです！ＴＶで見ているだけですが、熱いです！！！
　第二試合の埼玉の試合、家事をしながら、ドキドキしながら見守りました。
　負けはしましたが、五分五分のいい試合だったと思います！　
　頑張った選手たちに拍手です

Summer Typing 2015 ＜5＞ お盆休み

Mrs. Rachel felt that she had receiver a severe mental jolt . She thought in
　exclamation points. A boy! Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert of all people adopting
　a boy! From an orphan asylum! Well , the world was certainly turning upside down !
　She would be surprised at nothing after this! Nothing !
　“What on earth put such a notion into your head ?” she demanded disapprovingly .
　This had been done without her advice being asked, and must perforce be disapproved .

“Well , we've been thinking about it for some timeーall winter in fact ,”returned
　Marilla.
　“Mrs. Alexander Spender was up here one day before Christmas and she said she was
　going to get a little girl from the asylum over in Hppeton in the spring . Her cousin
　lives there and Mrs. Spencer has visited here and knows all about it. So Matthew and I
　have talked it over off and on ever since . We thought we'd get a boy . Matthew is
　getting up in years , you knowー he's sixtyーand he isn't so spry as he once was .
　His heart troubles him a good deal . And you know how desperate hard it's got to be
　to get hired help . There's never anybody to be had but those stupid , half-grown
　little French boys; and as soon as you do get one broke into your ways and taught
　something he's up and off to the lobster canneries or the States. At first
　Matthew suggested getting a Home boy . But I said "no" flat to that . "They may be
　all rightーI'm not saying they're notーbut no London street Arabs for me," I said .
　"Give me a native born at least . There'll be a risk , no matter who we get . But I'll feel
　easier in my mind and sleep sounder at nights if we get a born Canadian ." So in the end
　we decided to ask Mrs . Spencer to pick us out one when she went over to get her little
　girl . We heard last week she was going , so we sent her word by Richard Spender's folks
　at Carmody to bring us a smart , likely boy of about ten or eleven . We decided that
　would be the best ageーold enough to be of some use in doing chores right off and young
　enough to be trained up proper . We mean to give him a good home and schooling .
　We had a telegram from Mrs. Alexander Spender todayーthe mail-man brought it from
　the stationーsaying they were coming on the five-thirty train tonight . So Matthew
　went to Bright River to meet him . Mrs. Spender will drop him off there , Of course she
　goes on to White Sands station herself.”

　
　夏休み企画・・・始めてまだ一週間ですが・・・
　来週は、多分、お盆休みします。。。
　というわけで、次は、お盆休み明けに(^O^)/~
　

Summer Typing 2015 ＜4＞ 入道雲♪

Mrs. Rachel , before she had fairly closed the door , had taken a mental
　note of everything that was on that table . There were three plates laid ,
　so that Marilla must be expecting some one home with Matthew to tea; but
　the dishes were everyday dishes and there was only crab-apple preserves and
　one kind of cake , so that the expected company could not be any particular
　company . Yet what of Matthew's white collar and the sorrel mare? Mrs. Rachel
　was getting fairly dizzy with this unusual mystery about quiet , unmysterious
　Green Gables ."Good evening, Rachel," Marilla said briskly ." This is a real fine
　evening , isn't it ? Won't you sit down? How are all your folds ?"
　　Something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed
　and always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert and Mrs. Rachel , in spite ofー
　or perhaps because ofーtheir dissimilarity .

Marilla was a tall , thin woman , with angles and without curves; her dark
　hair showed some gray streaks and was always twisted up in a hard little knot
　behind with two wire hairpins stuck aggressively through it . She looked like
　a woman of narrow experience and rigid conscience , which she was; but there
　was a saving something about her mouth which , if it had been ever so slightly
　developed , might have been considered indicative of a sense of humor .
　"We're all pretty well," said Mrs. Rachel." I was kind of afraid YOU weren't ,
　though, when I saw Matthew starting off today . I thought maybe he was going
　to the doctor's ."
　　Marilla's lips twitched understandingly . She had expected Mrs. Rachel up; she
　had known that the sight of Matthew jaunting off so unaccountably would be
　too much for her neighbor's curiosity.

"Oh, no, I'm quite well although I had a bad headache yesterday," she said.
　"Matthew went to Bright River . We're getting a little boy from an orphan
　asylum in Nova Scotia and he's coming on the train tonight ."
　If Marilla had said that Matthew had gone to Bright River to meet a kangaroo
　from Australia Mrs. Rachel could not have been more astonished . She was
　actually stricken dumb for five seconds . It was unsupposable that Marilla was
　making fun of her , but Mrs. Rachel was almost forced to suppose it .

　"Are you in earnest, Marilla ?" she demanded when voice returned to her .
　"Yes , of course ," said Marilla , as if getting boys from orphan asylums
　in Nova Scotia were part of the usual spring work on any well-regulated
　Avonlea farm instead of being an unheard of innovation .


美容院の帰り道、空を見上げたら、夏空に入道雲がまぶしかった
急いで家に帰って、カメラ片手にベランダへ
生き物みたいに刻々と形を変えながら膨張していくさまにしばし見とれた～
青い空に浮かぶまぶしく白い雲に、ほんの一瞬、暑さを忘れた

Summer Typing 2015 ＜3＞ ビーチタオル♪

Accordingly after tea Mrs. Rachel set out; she had not far to go; the big ,
　rambling, orshard-embowered house where the Cuthberts lived was a scant
　quarter of a mile up the road from Lynde's Hollow . To be sure , the long lane
　made it a good deal further . Matthew Cuthbert's father , as shy and silent as
　his son after him , had got as far away as he possibly could from his fellow men
　without actually retreating into the woods when he founded his homestead .
　Green Gables was built at the furthest edge of his cleared land and there it was
　to this day , barely visible from the main road along which all the other Avonlea
　houses were so sociably situated . Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not call living in
　such a place LIVING at all .

"It's just STAYING , that's what ," she said as she stepped along the deep-rutted ,
　grassy lane bordered with wild rose bushes . "It's no wonder Matthew and Marilla
　are both a little odd , living away back here by themselves. Trees aren't much
　company , though dear knows if they were there'd be enough of them . I'd ruther
　look at people . To be sure , they seem contented enough; but then , I suppose ,
　they're used to it . A body can get used to anything , even to being hanged ,
　as the Irishman said ."

With this Mrs. Rachel stepped out of the lane into the backyard of Green Gables .
　Very green and neat and precise was that yard , set about on one side with great
　patriarchal willows and the other with prim Lombardies . Not a stray stick nor stone
　was to be seen , for Mrs. Rachel would have seen it if there had been. Privately
　she was of the opinion that Marilla Cuthbert swept that yard over as often as she
　swept her house . One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming
　the proverbial peck of dirt.

Mrs. Rachel rapped smartly at the kitchen door and stepped in when bidden to do so .
　The kitchen at Green Gables was a cheerful apartmentーor would have been cheerful
　if it had not been so painfully clean as to give it something of the appearance of an
　unused parlor . Its windows looked east and west; through the west one , looking out
　on the back yard , came a flood of mellow June sunlight; but the east one , whence
　you got a glimpse of the bloom white cherry-trees in the left orchard and nodding ,
　slender birches down in the hollow by the brook , was greened over by a tangle of vines.
　Here sat Marilla Cuthbert , when she sat at all , always slightly distrustful of sunshine ,
　which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant
　to be taken seriously; and here she sat now , knitting , and the table behind her was laid
　for supper .


　今日もいいお天気
　少し風もあるから洗濯物がよく乾く～
　リラックマデザインのミスドビーチタオルが、気持ちよさげに揺れてるー
　

Summer Typing 2015 ＜2＞ すいか♪o(^-^)o

she was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming
　in at the window warmand bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was
　in a bridal flush of pinky-white bloom , hummed over by a myriad of bees .
　Thomas Lyndeーa meek little man whom Avonlea people called
　"Rachel Lynde's husband"ーwas sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field
　beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big
　red brook field away over by Green Gables . Mrs. Rachel knew that he ought
　because she had heard him tell Peter Morrison the evening before in William
　J. Blair's store over at Carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the next
　afternoon. Peter had asked him, of course, for Matthew Cuthbert had never been
　known to volunteer information about anything in his whole life.

And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the afternoon
　of a busy day , placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover ,
　he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes , which was plain proof
　that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggy and the sorrel mare ,
　which betokened that he was going a considerable distance . Now , Where was
　Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he going there ?

Had it been any other man in Avonlea , Mrs. Radhel , deftly putting this
　and that together , might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions .
　But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and
　unusual which was taking him; he was the shyest man alive and hated to have to
　go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk . Matthew ,
　dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy, was something that
　didn't happen often . Mrs. Rachel , ponder as she might , could make nothing of
　it and her afternoon's enjoyment was spoiled .

"I'll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where
　he's gone and why ," the worthy woman finally concluded . "He doesn't generally
　go to town this time of year and he NEVER visits; if he'd run out of turnip seed
　he wouldn't dress up and take the buggy to go for more; he wasn't driving fast
　enough to be going for a doctor . Yet something must have happened since last night
　to start him off . I'm clean puzzled , that's what , and I won't know a minute's
　peace of mind or conscience until I know what has taken Matthew Cuthbert out of
　Avonlea today."


土曜日の夜にすいかが届いた
箱をあけたら、ちょっとぎょっとするぐらい大きなスイカだった
「ぎょっと」っていう表現は変かもしれないけど、もちろんいい意味で！（笑）
どれくらい大きかったかというと～、重さはなんと１１キロ　ウエストは・・８５センチ　
大きいよね！？　幸せ　
甘さも十分な美味しいすいかでした　　ありがと～