today's flower

On the way back to my apartment,
an old lady, who was taking care of
her flower bed, talked to me
in a gentle voice.

I thought she was a little older than I.

“Hi, look at these lovely flowers of mine,
please!

I like this flower so much.
I like its color.
I like the way it blooms.
It blooms sweetly and vigorously.



For me, raising flowers is something to live for.”

What a kind and cheerful lady she was!

Talking with her made me happy and cheerful.

I had a good day, Lady!