Lunar April

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It starts from today, meaning the best day to wish. Mei-Shun’s is good health of course, with her stumbled weight management. Recent omikuji lots said that she would recover from the disease even if she has trouble right now. Or that the disease she has suffered from for a long time would turn to better direction. Well, it might be a disease. Not only her efforts but science would be the best medicine.

Edible Flower?

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Would you see what flower it is? It is broccoli, gave us tasty buds all though March, ending in such a lovely shape. Oh, here comes our garden cat. Hi, honey, thanks for your good job. You look staying among flowers at night these days, Shin told Mei-Shun the other day. Does that mean you decided to play the role of Fuku-chan, who sleeps next to Black Tea rose?

Welcome Back

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Mei-Shun planted 蝋梅=robai, Chimonanthus praecox babies in the garden. They are called wintersweet or Japanese allspice as well, one of her late father’s favorite flowers. Her mother loves plants while an earnest caregiver. With a garden full of memories, she has raised peach, rose, wisteria, bush clover and so on. These twins are expected to follow Princess Momo-chan.

Always Doubled

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Here is twin Kasane-chan, layered babies. They’ve come onto Ms. Piano recently, met with Mei-Shun at one of her favorite pâtisseries Arles. Nobody know if they are either bear or rabbit, even pug or piggy, yet anyway cute creatures have no problem to join her family. Sweet elephants, please get along with these pink friends. Would their ears stand straight when one stop mounting on another?

Sakura Bouquet

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Mei-Shun loves cherry flower blooming directly on trunk. It seems like saying “here you are” to viewers. She sometimes touches them softly, enjoys cold and fresh feeling. And oh, 乙戸沼 gingko babies, you are ready to grow. When they become awake, each branch might put on green air which soon change into real leaf buds. Ours in backyard is a slow starter, not yet … what, you too already?

Sleepy Spring

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Purr, nap on mom’s blanket (more precisely, between her legs) is one of my favorite. It’s too windy today to hang futon mats outdoors, she murmured in the morning. Do you have any problem? I’m free to slide into or relax on them anytime. Oh, let me introduce my new friend Mammal-kun. He came our home on Sunday after dad and mom left me alone half a day. Sniff-sniff, how do you do?

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Godparents?

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Shin and Mei-Shun visited 熱川 yesterday to see the only Amazonian manatee kept in our country. Net news said he is around 50 years old, came to a botanical garden there in 1969 yet has no name so far. Oh, we cannot call such a cute creature? Voice of his fans lead to public soliciting of his nickname. We have to appear in person to cast our ballots? All right, we would love to.

Rolled Up

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So the end of fiscal 2016 has come. Happy birthday, Professor M. It is Friday, might make business people feel good in the right place. On the other hand, April Fool’s Day looks like a real joke this time: fiscal 2017 starts from a weekend. Oh, Mikan-chan, you neatly sit down with your tail curled around forepaws. Your interest is not in a custom of human beings but in whether mom uses a camera to see you.

Spring Messengers

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Pheasant, Chinese partridge and bush warbler started to sing for their lovers. Cherry trees began to loosen their buds. Mei-Shun cooked a 筍=takenoko, young bamboo by herself for the first time. She found that 乙戸沼 Park also accommodates white magnolia trees arranged like a big one full of fist-size flowers by the pond. Narcissus blooms one after another under our garden princess.

Never Rides

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Hi, Tora-chan, would you join Mei-Shun for shopping? It might be crows who broke your treat plate made of rubber, bought for your kittens. It has four spaces to put baby food respectively for Marimba, Viola, Piano and Harp while you always ate them all by yourself. Has your missing them stopped? Mei-Shun remember well the day when we forced you to say good-bye to them at Dr. O’s clinic.