My husband and I have been searching for a new house or apartment to live with my mother. Recently my mother feels uneasy without us often and we have put the priority to take care of her and to find a new place. To spend more time with her is happy for us and to search for the new places is exciting for us, but I have had less time to take photos or post blogs. I have no way except posting a new one occasionally or simpler one for a while. Thanks a lot for visiting my blog and leaving heartwarming comments.
I do not know when summer had gone and autumn came. Not yet autumn leaves, but wind and sunset tell me transparent autumn is here.
When wind blows, silver grasses bow.
They are shining in the early sunset.
Young sunset over Great Buddha Hall.
Over the five storied pagoda.
Nara is a blaze in the sunset.
I love gold waves of paddy fields. Contentment and tenderness of autumn.
I don't know the names of grasses but they are beutiflly shinning.
Who Has Seen the Wind?
by Christina Rosetti
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
