Oh, where are you, darling? Mei-Shun washed winter covering of her futon, meant to replace it by summer one full of you and your eggs. She purchased another in grey with apple trees, still in a package. However, neither of them was found in the closet where she surely expected. She drove to a shed Shin rents, yet heard no reply. All right, she would ask bluish flowers to work instead of shy guys.
We have 穀雨=koku-yu, the 6th and last of spring 二十四節気 today. Stormy weekend never hurt our garden flowers in pure white, while wild wisteria high on the top of a camphor tree. And yes, “backyard” gingko was cut toward railing of upstairs verandah, in order to avoid spreading too much leaves in autumn, mom-in-law told Shin and Mei-Shun.
Mei-Shun finally saw Master Bando and Ms. S again for a kabuki dance lesson after 2 weeks. She changed kimono into yellow from blue, while white obi sash with pink embroidery from ivory-light blue-pastel pink one in checkered pattern. The former is one of gifts from beloved Master Mei-Shu, accompanied by an amber accessory from Shin. Oh, this 名取’s grandma also joined with a blue 帯締め=obi band.