Tokyo to Kyoto

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Shin and Mei-Shun are really happy to make one-night trip together, for the first time in these two years hit by that novel coronavirus. First, the wife visited a salon nearby our capital station at 14 : 00, got her hair curled after 10 months. Then the husband gave her a message as for a Shinkansen. Now the couple have got on a Nozomi bullet train to start at 16 : 30.

Yellow Yawn

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You seem like, Princess Cymby. Taking nearly a whole month, younger bud finally started to bloom. It is really amazing to see her loosen fists one after another in greenish shade. By the way, following image is ready for 蝋梅 or wintersweet flowers, isn’t it? Coming from mom’s garden, it was expected by Mei-Shun to show fragrant dresses around new year.

Which First?

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Mademoiselle Vert and Princess Cymby both have flower buds now, makes Mei-Shun feel really pleased who missed the latter last year. Drinking a lot of water, they seem to compete with each other. So time goes ahead toward winter as the big gingko tree in the garden of 日先神社 took off a beautiful golden coat, put it on the ground to make a gorgeous carpet.

Great Green

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Mademoiselle Vert seems to have a flower bud again. Latest ones kept amazing longevity of over 3 months, let Mei-Shun feel grand admiration for them all through this torrid summer. According to pieces of advice, phalaenopsis roots are not easy to separate. So you are happy to stay there, looking full of the pot you lived first. Please just do not work too hard.

CU Again

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The pupa on a grapefruit pot Mei-Shun grows had emerged a few days before to fly away.  Summer is really full of new lives — cicadas sing from early in the morning, born one after another. Most of them around here have simple buzzing voice, while some say mean-mean, what-shah-shah and tuk-tuk-ossy. Her favorite is the last one with green body and crystal-clear wings.

 

Déjà Vu

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Oui, c’est ça, mademoiselle. Since Mei-Shun made you put off a cotton robe and go outdoors for more water, your buds have grown rapidly. It is her great honor to see the first of you bloom yesterday, the second today. When all of you could greet her, you might feel too heavy to stay together. Please do not hesitate to call her if it happens. She would be happy to help you by holders your predecessors used last year.

Bye and Hi

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Mei-Shun found a fluffy ball of dandelion seed in the eastern veranda. She loves such a strong plant who lives a short, pretty life on narrow soil. Please, honey, come back to see her again next year. Another finding indoors was at the foot of Mademoiselle Vert. It looks all different from little leaf buds grew on her top. Are you going up or down, while to … bloom?

Your cousins in similar blossom, on one bank of nearby rice paddy

Growing day by day

 

Acknowledgement

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It is my great pleasure to inform you kind followers on a little accomplishment. Mom and I saw 222 of you the other day. We had wished to see it before 22nd of this month, Day of Cat for fanciers in our country. However, we reached that happy point much earlier. With our next goal 333, we would serve you better site by making efforts for improvement.

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Thanking U

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Mei-Shun is cordially appreciated to Shin, mother, mother-in-law and elder sister who celebrated her birthday. Just a word of congratulation would warm her heart, while his gift is always so gorgeous. Continued from last year, roses of spring sunset or a cappella, her late father called as his younger daughter, arrived in a silver pot. And oh, she won a turtle of happiness in this galette des rois.

From Kyoto

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Thanks a million, Shin, a hard worker even on weekends. Following are his souvenirs including 縮緬山椒=chirimen sansho, dried anchovy and Japanese pepper and 千枚漬=sen-mai-zuke, 聖護院 horseradish pickles by Mei-Shun’s request. And the best is a bag of cute, round rice cakes. They are amazingly soft and tasty after a whole day, no need to bake to put into お雑煮=o-zoni, our new-year soup.