April
Day by day, buds that were tightly closed against cold winter winds were now bulging and fresh leaves were beginning to appear.
The glare of fresh greenery invaded my eyes.
Grass, flowers and trees appeared to be yawning and stretching toward the sun.
Burnished pale brown shades, outnumbered by tender fresh green, had begun to change and take on color as they grew.
To me, somehow the birds sounded like they were singing for joy.
I could hear sounds of the breath of spring all around me.
Just the time for the rape blossoms to appear!
Wherever I looked, streams and banks seemed to have been dyed yellow.
I was amazed at the procreative power of rape blossoms.
I returned with my arms full of these yellow blossoms and arranged them by completely filling a large, worn-out bamboo basket I found lying in front of a shining black wooden door at the residence.
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