The third Monday of September is Respect for the Aged Day,
a nationwide celebration to the elderly for their countless contributions
to family, society, and country.
Both parents and parents-in-law of mine are not in this world
but I have an uncle in his late 80s.
The photo below is the lobby of the building he lives with his wife.
Established in the bubble economy time (late 1980s), the assisted-living condo
looks like a gorgeous resort hotel.
The slow-moving residents live independently and are taken care when in need.
Because of the aftereffect of stroke in this spring, my uncle is taken care in the nursery section.
I haven't seen him for a while due to the corona crisis.
Ageing is not deterioration but natural progression.
"You’re only as old as you feel."
I'd like to enjoy my age to liberate oneself and to discover what really brings joy and serenity.
I also would like to be green and perky like the plant above, but not in a pot,
keeping it in mind that the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.
Morning glory, "Asa-gawo" meaning "morning face" in Japanese, blooms at sunrise and wilts around noon.
One day flower can be enjoyed only TODAY.
They perform best in the full sunlight.
Morning glories in the pots have flowered one after another every morning in my garden
from July and will keep flowering for a while.
The ones as the green curtains to shield from sunlight on the west side of my house,
however, were in the miserable condition when the rainy season ended.
But soon they regained strength and thrived.
They are flowering one by one still now.
Left; outside the window
Right; the green curtain seen through “sudare” blind right outside the window,
both to shield openings of the house from sunlight.
The big event of F and Y during their too short summer holiday was
ballet recital with audience of only families.
The boy Y living nearby could enjoy a little longer break full of colorful events with M.
The school graders went back to school life in the 38C life-threatening heat of August,
and of the record hottest September.
The bullet photos are from the last year.
Annual poster contest to raise public awareness about well-being of deer.
Y wrote "Watch over tenderly!"
Suddenly air turned to be fresh and crisp last week after the long, long sizzling days.
Time for me to resume travelling and blogging.
Linked to Mosaic Monday