Oh, you are the one grown on Mei-Shun’s balcony, aren’t you? Whitish violet stays on every short stalk, shining at the bottom of cherry trees. Great to see you at 乙戸沼 Park again. Of course you have a real name, yet please let her call you after far-away asteres aplanis. Their light reach our mother earth traveling billions of years, just like you did to give a new life onto a withered flower plate.
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.
They are ready to bloom in mom’s garden. Mei-Shun loves their simple beauty: thin petal in dark blue-purple without any lines. Such splendor might be understood among grown-ups only, not so much preferred by children. It comes from her memory at the kindergarten where she joined “Plum” and “Iris” classes, compared with her elder sister’s “Cherry” and “Rose”.
Here they are, 姫空木 and lily bell in our garden. Both of them make Mei-Shun really happy — she loves white flowers. Snowy willow babies from her mother have grown in good health as well, look full of power to survive after planted on the ground. Expecting 穀雨=koku-u, the last of spring 二十四節気 tomorrow, they will rush toward sunny days of the next season.
You live under the balcony tap, drink a little when Mei-Shun use water to wipe fence surface before hanging futon mats. She waters your family in smaller pots enough, leaving you alone. Please let her say a million thanks to your excellent survival in lovely flowers. And the same to you, Ms. Fragrant. She never recognizes your blossom until she visits backyard shed to replenish Mr. Aladdin’s stomach.
Yes, he is correct. It is not served by a post office nor a parcel delivery. He does not need any signature. At least a few years have passed since Shin and Mei-Shun ordered pizzas for the last time. So funny with the latter who prepared a name stamp when the bell rang. And you are as well, Princess Peach. We are still nearby the middle of March. Please calm down and think twice.
Here Mei-Shun’s new rice cooker follows. This shining black from T. Co., Ltd. has an inner pot of earthenware, easy to serve aromatic baked rice at the bottom. Only a problem is a slight smell of vinyl aired just after pearl white grains are finished. Shin calls 一日の長, one-day longer technique for the previous one made by P. Co., Ltd. that his wife took as a smart expression.