
white crocuses on a rainy spring day
when i was taking the picture, sugawara sensei walked toward me . “crocus,” he said. “one of the first flowers to bloom in spring.”
but by the time i got home, i have forgotten the name, like i always do. so i flipped open my illustrated nature almanac for children, which i coveted for months and received as a present from the boyfriend, and found a little hand-drawn picture of purple crocuses in full bloom with a little description:
“チューリップのように、夜や雨の日に花びるをとじます。”
(like tulip, the petals close in the evening and on a rainy day.)
spring is my new beginning. i want to learn about the types of flowers that bloom in this season, and differentiate between cherry and plum blossoms. i want to start noticing the little things around me that i have taken for granted, know their names and their characteristics, and not forget them.
for me, magic comes in small packages.




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i made them in school today. the school nurse showed me her collection and asked me if i wanted to try making one. this was at one of my vist schools and i went to school not knowing that it was sports day today. since i had no classes, i was in the counselling room pinching and pressing little birds out of clay while chatting with the nurse all morning. mind you, they are not just ordinary clay birds. when they are done, i shall reveal their secret function found where some people say the sun doesn’t shine.
this is officially the next new thing i’m lusting after. not kimura takuya, though he’s pretty yummy too. japanese boys are usually quite cute. even if they are not, their hairstyles kinda make up for it. but that’s until uncle-dom strikes when they are in their late 20s. kimutaku is already in his 30s and still looking dishy.
it’s here. and i was just whining about rain when summer smacked me with a 36

