Silently the buds
Wait and watch the bolder blooms
Loudly shout their joy
As you may or may not know, in my other existence I speak Japanese. Now some readers of this blog may cry…
“But you are obsessed with France!” and indeed they would be right.
I learnt Japanese at high school and went on to combine it with a Commerce degree at University. I learnt to love Japanese art and culture and have travelled there many times.
It is a world of incredible contrasts, crush trains and temples of calm stillness; extraordinary pristine landscapes and ulra-modern urban communities.
I have painted pottery in a mountain village unchanged for centuries and ridden on a roller coaster on top of a skyscraper in the centre of Tokyo; seen monkeys in the snow in magical Nikko and luxuriated in a hot water spring on a cliff side high in the mountains while the snow drifted down upon me.
So yes, I do love France for so many of the reasons I will continue to write about, but there is a part of me that loves Japan too. It also explains my love of Haiku. The Japanese attention to the beauty of small things is one of the aspects of Japan I particularly love. Tiny things of exquisite beauty.
Yesterday I found in a thrift store this Japanese ikebana vase. A few lilies and a couple of bits of geranium later it brightened up our kitchen. I do not possess a black belt in Ikebana, but I do love the vase which is fashioned in the shape of a traditional Japanese bucket with the wood treated to expose its wonderful grain.
In response to the beautiful prompt “In a Vase on Monday” hosted Rambling in the Garden whose floral photography will brighten up your day and to Ronovan Writes inspiring Haiku challenge. Do check them both out!