A couple of days ago, I went to a hot spa near by. It is only 40 minutes drive from here. It belongs to "a road station", where drivers stop by for meals or rest for a while. It was on a week day, so that most of the people dipping themselves in the hot spa were aged ones. When I told that to my wife in the evening, she laughed at me telling I was one of them. Sure it is.
On the way back home, I purchased some vegetables being sold at that station. Very fresh and reasonable.
There was a large farm of Soba, whose flowers were fully out, along the street. I remembered of the same scenary on the way to the office. I commuted there listening the piano trio in a moll by Ropartz.
Fall has deepened.