Literally in a day since the buds became remarkable, the white magnolia in our garden has come almost fully out. Being bathed in the westering sun, it looked like shining. It is not an exaggeration but looks that way in this season in a year.
A few days ago, when it was budding, I have shared with my brother a memory of mother telling me "The magnolia is fully out" with full smile on her ace. Maybe, I have told the same story to him in the past. He was still pleased to hear that.
The same episode is repeated in certain season. But nothing remains the same. Mother has passed away. We are getting older and losing capabilities in life. So is this old tree even though it goes slower than us.
Brother will retire from psychiatric profession in half a year and will be settled down in Sendai where he has spent his university days. He and his wife will have own house over there. Sometimes making correspndence with him and often surprised to have shared the same thing or to know what he has done, which I have never known of. It is good for me to have someone whom I could share old memories.
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