Quiet life

The outbreak of COVID19 has simplified my way of life even more. Gardening, farming, playing cello, cooking, doing house chores and sometimes playing with radio. No outing other than shopping foods at a super market once every 2 days. No complaints so far except for a bit of worries for the future.

Expecting a drastic collapse of economy, I decided to grow more of potatoes and the other vegetables for ourselves this year. I wonder why people are not concerned about the economic hardship inevitable in the near future.

Potatoes are budding right now. Such young plants look so lovely to me.

Azalea along the entrance is coming out now.

The other kind of azalea, enkianthus, has born fresh leaves. Some of them are starting blooming.

Caring for those plants, I often recall of my father, who used to visit this place from Tokyo on a small truck every week end. It was around his sixtieth of age before retirement. He has cultivated this place and has built a tiny cottage by himself. He has started his life along in his retirement. My mother used to follow him in a few years. And in another few years, disgusted at the small and dirty resident dorm at the med school hospital, we have built our own house in the same property. It is the foundation of our family at this place over 30 years ago. I wonder how my parents want to spend their retirement here. My family owed them a lot for raising kids etc. Have I done enough for parents while they were alive? 

Dogwood trees are also blooming on the roadside. The junior high next to our property across the street is perfectly quiet even though it could be noisy with the students shouting, yelling and laughing without the outbreak. Yes, it is off now.

This evening, this omlet was the main dish for dinner. The sauce is special featured white wine and butter. 

May this peaceful day be continued!