It is a group of those beauties whose scent is the most admired. However, following image blooms in our garden with a name of Black Tea itself. When Mei-Shun saw it at a shop, a flower between salmon pink and orange in photo attracted her. She brought it home, planted carefully in accordance with attached instruction. And this is the result — reddish brown blossom in spring, pinky orange in autumn.
Who is here? Is Mei-Shun really a woman of human being? To her disappointment, she is. Two of three sugar bags she lost in the latest year came back around her waist all of a sudden. It took just a month, showing how easy it is for one’s body to return to its biggest size. Causes are clear; less exercise, more eating. Now is the time to resume her methods.
So it is March 1st on our older calendar. Mei-Shun walked to the nearest shrine in the morning to greet Gods and draw omikuji lots. They gave both Shin and his wife 末吉, a little lucky with advice to be cautious in health for the former while to harmful people for the latter. On the way to home, blue flowers including wisteria and iris surprised her in almost 70-80% blossom.
Mei-Shun’s new rice cooker loves clean workplace. It must be washed every time after job, or would not work precisely. Here is much おこげ=okoge, baked rice at the bottom of a pot. Actually, she neglected cleaning just once before making it. It would be all right if other cereals like millet are mixed, yet awful if she should serve Shin a bowl of white pearls, his favorite.
Shin and Mei-Shun found a big yam attached by a smaller piece. Since the wife is allergic while handling some, the husband always helps her cook them. Lunch was so good with ground yam and tuna sashimi soaked in soy sauce. However, after they had miso soup-based とろろ汁=tororo-jiru, raw yam potage using larger one for dinner, a serial sickness including headache, loose bowels and fever attacked them at midnight.
Yes, she would. That is why Mei-Shun calls herself here so, even if Master Mei-Shu decided to close her party. She gave her last 名取=natori student a phone call the other day from a hospital, saying she has a long story on this matter. Well, well. Since we have 雨水=usui, the 2nd of spring 二十四節気 today, snow will soon melt into warm rain to fall on her frozen kimono sleeves.
Master Mei-Shu finally gave a phone call to Mei-Shun. Fracture in the left arm? Oh, 鳴脩-sensei, please be more careful. You have osteoporosis, although improving little by little thanks to medicine through injection. You take a time to recover, that means one of Mei-Shun’s 2017 goals would fail. Well, it depends. She just wishes her master to regain mental and physical health as soon as possible.
Dr. A gave Mei-Shun a superficial check on her body by palpation before saying “no problem” as usual, one of the happiest words for her ex-inpatient. It relieved her so much because she drew the worst omikuji at the nearest shrine in the morning. She had another of half-lucky on behalf of Shin, bound it with hers on a branch of 南天 or Nandina domestica to ask protection of Gods.
Oh, please do not scare Mei-Shun, darling. She put off glasses, prepared to bathe when she recognized something moving up on the wall. It was a lovely little gecko, not the awful creature in similar size. Actually, she fought with a family lived under green necklace pots, sprayed pesticide all over balcony floor the other day. So your vague silhouette was a light punishment.
You have run so much kilometers in safe so far. Please kindly take our sincere gratitude. However, something weird often sounds from your engine these days. Your coatings on the roof, bonnet and rear bumper have begun to blur. Oh, how heartbreaking it is for Mei-Shun who took you over from her late father. She has to wait for another guy to replace you soon, handing you to Shin who has less time to drive.
meishunkikunoe 