oo1.
I was chatting with a customer earlier today and somehow the talk fell to the journals. When I mentioned that I hadn't used mine in ages, I got roundly (albeit somewhat playfully) chastised, which it seems is what it takes to finally get me to write something here for the first time in...
... well, let's just call it a long time.
For some reason it feels like winter lasted forever this year, meaning I'm still soaking in the arrival of spring even now. Or maybe working with flowers for a living has just given me a greater appreciation for daffodils growing by the roadside now. People must think I'm an idiot when they see me grinning at the flora, but oh well. It's nice to remember that we get ice and snow and ridiculously short days general death of the greenery, but in the end it's nothing more than another season to live through. The earth keeps going around the sun, things grow back.
I wonder what spring in Tokyo is like. My parents have some old pictures up around the house but I'd imagine a photograph is far from the actual experience.
... well, let's just call it a long time.
For some reason it feels like winter lasted forever this year, meaning I'm still soaking in the arrival of spring even now. Or maybe working with flowers for a living has just given me a greater appreciation for daffodils growing by the roadside now. People must think I'm an idiot when they see me grinning at the flora, but oh well. It's nice to remember that we get ice and snow and ridiculously short days general death of the greenery, but in the end it's nothing more than another season to live through. The earth keeps going around the sun, things grow back.
I wonder what spring in Tokyo is like. My parents have some old pictures up around the house but I'd imagine a photograph is far from the actual experience.