… toward Gods at the nearest shrine, Shin and Mei-Shun made it on New Year’s Day. The husband walked to there by himself this morning, told the wife that all staffs in white kimono sat still in the main building to serve for well-wishers. However, it was only he who visited that pressure from them let him pray in a second and run away. That might be why our 豆苗 babies suddenly went green.
Dry paddy in winter
Shin and Mei-Shun visited mother’s home of the latter today. She has one happy matter to report — her beloved father came back. That means 蝋梅=robai, Chimonanthus praecox descended from mom’s garden bloomed on his birthday January 1st. He must have reached 82 years old to enjoy golf, trekking and painting. Still, welcome back to us on such a cute, shining little flower.
Meow, a happy new year. Mom told me that 2020 sounds like my voice, while I think Japanese has to wait 3030 (pronounced meow-meow). Here our day is set on coming February 22nd with three 2s, dog’s day on November 1st with three 1s (wow-wow-wow). Mom said 11th is better, yet four 1s do not look suitable to me without 22nd month on the solar calendar.
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