2015 might be one of the most tumultuous years for Mei-Shun. She is grateful to her family and friends whose warm hands always support her. She wishes, or rather promises, to serve them the same someday. Please just take her love now and, 良いお年を！
Wish you a happy new year!
This is Christmas arrangement from Shin. It looked quite chic in color first, yet big red buds set in the center have opened little by little to give all different impression. What a great job!
Mei-Shun went to Shinagawa for a haircut and lunch with Shin. He has been in the busiest time of the year. We discussed on the phone to exchange his souvenir from Kyushu and clothes. Mei-Shun prepared it in a small bag, bring it down to the porch and — left it there. Oh- oh.
We had the most beautiful ornament in the sky, a full moon, at 25th night this year. 38 years have passed since it happened last time, they say. How lucky it is to come across such an extraordinary phenomenon on our special day!
Hello, Ms. Ladybug. Do you feel warm there? Won’t you join our party on the Christmas tree? You are so fascinating in that black dress with red dots. Just be careful not to enter Mikan-chan’s eyesight.
Mei-Shun has a sore throat these days. A slight cold it may be, yet seeing a doctor without reservation would exacerbate her condition in this season. Just take home medicine, gargle and sleep well. And sick body seems to crave more energy. She invited her mom-in-law to lunch on a mountain of Chinese fried rice and ice cream.
Mikan-chan’s mom rushed back to the farmhouse. It looked holding a festival. Swimming her way through the crowd, she reached a grocer’s shop and asked a clerk if they had kept a brown purse cats drawn on. “Ah, let me see,” he smiled and whispered a few words to a little girl sitting at the counter. “Here you are,” she opened both hands.
Such an honesty could fall on you in this country, even if you are the most careless person.
It is clear today. Mikan-chan’s mom cooked, cleaned, read newspapers and hung futons in the balcony. Fine mornings are her busiest time. After lunch, she opened her computer to fill the household book and … oh? Where is her purse?
One morning, Mikan-chan’s mom brought brown rice to a farmhouse to polish. It was so easy to operate the machine that she hummed being a bit careless. Mikan-chan meowed softly when mom showed her a sack of white, shining rice. She looked satisfied with it.
This season has come — you can find Omochi-chan in the warmest living room with a stove. She calls mom to the sofa, asking a hug for a while before going under the blanket. When she is too busy to hold her baby, Omochi-chan appears with her back facing toward mom.
meishunkikunoe 