Today, while chopping up some not so fresh produce for dinner, I started reminiscing about our lovely, seemingly, endless fields of freshness in our little Japanese town. Onions, strawberries, daikon, mysterious veggies of Japan, flowers, and rice all at our fingertips and often generously given to us. So, I wrote a little haiku in honor of our happy days there, walking and riding our bikes all around town.
the smell of candy
biking through lingering winds
strawberries smile
1 comment:
i like that :)
i remember biking with masa and our little group through kyoto, and finding a little house that said it was the birthplace of haiku.
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