10 Years

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… has passed since Mei-Shun’s father passed away. Yesterday was the date he gave his beloved ones farewell, when his younger daughter visited her mother living alone. The latter would stay at a lodge in 草津 surrounded by lovely コアジサイ=ko-ajisai, hydrangea hirta from Friday, her older daughter’s birthday. So you, representative beauty of rainy season, will be left home not alone but together.

Iron Items

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Purr, it is not so hot, nice breeze came up. I like such a weather, mom does as well, who burst into laughter at one of big booming cubes. She found a paper cutter and an USB flash drive from behind a rubber packing, too much stained to use again. Almost half an year has passed since both of them were washed in dad’s pocket, she told me. Meow, shall I lend you my hand, then?

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Thorny Friends

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You are getting bigger and bigger year by year, mother cactus. Stronger than cold winter of our country, powerful enough to hold so many babies on edge. Some of your thick fans look like Mickey Mouse with a crown between his ears. Next to you is another breed who has a lovely flower stem. Your respective way to grow is all different from each other, impressing watcher Mei-Shun.

I’m Home

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Meow, mom finally let me in at night. It has been a war so far, especially these days when a fluffy stranger enters my territory, with intention to oust me. I therefore had to be wary not to meet him/her outdoors, giving up my bed of mom’s handmade. Tired and scared, I used to wait for morning, jump into indoors through shutter rolled up. Look, I’m so smart that know well my restroom is ready on the ground floor.

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Returned Luck?

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It might be, tiny gold frog. When Mei-Shun picked up winter clothes at a laundry, you came back in a plastic bag written “left in a pocket”. Shin and his wife drew the same omikuji lot at 橘寺 with you attached. Nobody knows which of the couple you belong to, yet anyway it means she nearly let you beat hard in a big machine. Is it the reason why her latest lots were 凶, the worst luck and 末吉, the least lucky?

Please take her deep apology, again.

Reiwa Riding

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Hello, Ms. Last One, great to see you again and for the first time after the era changed. Mei-Shun would like you and Ms. Sagittarius to be partners to improve her technique in gallop and trot respectively. And lovely Maria-chan, here is a piece of good news for you; the detergent indispensable to wash your sash was finally got. Please wait until next week to put on cleaner, fluffy one.

Sorry for dusty protectors, honey.

White Ladies

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姫空木=hime-utsugi, Deutzia gracilis in our garden is currently in full blossom. Lily bells under Momo-chan or Princess Peach began to give nice scent. Mei-Shun loves white flowers, feeling happy to see them stay lively. And she must not forget to report on Mademoiselle Vert to you kind followers including Prof. S of course. She has bloomed the 23rd and 24th, leaving a few buds still small.

Reiwa Starts

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Purr, mom stays with me on her legs for a long time, watching TV from yesterday evening. I’m so satisfied that … purrr … oh? Did you go out while I took a nap on the roof floor? You enjoyed watching wild wisteria putting on a coat and eye-shadow in the same shade. Many of them bloom along a highway toward 東雲の丘 in 十余三, where they found a rare airplane just arrived at Narita Airport.

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Full of Mistakes

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Text application here says that it is ginkgo, not gingko. On the other hand, Mei-Shun’s old English-Japanese dictionary shows that either is correct. Well, as for the youngest mademoiselle, it is not right or left but seems to be up or down. What is going on you, honey? If you have no problem, it does not matter at all. However, it seriously does when a bottle of clothes-softener is replenished toward the top.

Gingko Green

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You are the prettiest, green shells. Mei-Shun always enjoy seeing them come out of “buds” rolled tightly together. They soon spread crossed sleeves to reach toward the sky, start yearly cycle until falling on the ground in yellow. Our backyard tree still holds little babies, already grew into school children in Osaka and going kindergarten with willow friends at 乙戸沼.