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These days, the rain comes often.
In a brief clearing of sunshine, I gathered leaves of kesen.
âKesen,â as we call it in the Kagoshima dialect, is known more formally as Yabunikkei. Its leaves carry a soft, gently sweet aroma. I like to add a leaf to coffee or milk tea in place of cinnamonâthe fragrance lingers quietly, creating a calm, comforting note. This year as well, I plan to include it as an accent in my potpourri.
I also picked rosemary blossoms, which can only be gathered at this time of year. Their delicate blue-violet hue is so beautiful, and even after drying, they seem to retain a trace of their presence.
Last year, the plum tree bore almost no fruit. I wondered how it would be this season. Then, last month, I noticed a great number of bees gathering around. Perhaps thanks to them, this month the branches are now dotted with many small green fruits. Still young and tender, they have a fresh, almost innocent charm.
At the foot of spring-tinted maple leaves and camellias stands a small shrine at the entrance to the mountain. It bears the inscription âMeiji 100,â so it may not be as old as one might expect. Even so, it remains a sacred and cherished place for our family.
Luca pauses there, drinking rainwater collected in a ceramic vessel, taking a quiet rest. Such simple moments soften the passage of time in this place.
Lately, my days have been spent splitting bamboo into fine strips.
On rainy days, the air is moist, and the bamboo becomes more supple, making it easier to work.
Living gently in rhythm with nature,
I continue, little by little, with my hands.