After a day in the office, I felt my face was so dusty without a good breath. The moment I walked into my backyard, finally I felt fresh up in my cells. My face felt alive. My life is fulfilled again. The sky was fabulous. The grass looked so green. I came across my sister’s family who were doing a routine walking after dinner.
The space outside the metro station looked pretty green with light clouds.
I walked close to the flowers.
That is part of my backyard public park.
That is my spiritual pond and river. I had planted parsley there. I had seen lily blossom and dragonflies in summer. Sometime even a riverside walk was a pretty good thing.
A relaxing memory of walking on the wet fir tree leaves, picking up grapefruit, taking photos of camellia, listening to frog calling and watching the bat flying into the tree, smelling the osmanthus…soothed my heart alike ironing a silk shirt.
Dinner was roasted potato, tomato and peach. I am relaxing with free air ruining through the room. These days it rained a lot. We called it Huang Mei as of the monsoon from Middle East. It could be very wet for a month in the south China, specifically Shanghai, Hangzhou and Ningbo cites. A season of thunder and rains comes with a good excuse for comfort food and wine.
It is also a water melon season. Yang berry, peach and plum are plenty. Soy beans, corn, potato are fresh. Later it comes with water veggie called Jiaobai, or water bamboo. We shall come with the ideas of marinated beans, a sauce made up of Jiaobai, bean, toufu and meat is an easy consuming rice match. Marinated chicken with yellow wine is nice too.
Good food, good memories…