
wishing for a bountiful harvest…

Day-to-day pics and words by nob… My dear beautiful lovely days passing with pretended nonchalance… Everything is a once-in-a-lifetime chance… The river current never stops flowing, and its water keeps changing… The blowing wind will never be able to come back to the present same place…

wishing for a bountiful harvest…

just flowering…

flying angels at street corners…

the wind rippled the surface of the stream…

a lot of each happinesses…

just flowering on all over the hill…

in full bloom…

here and there…

just flowering…

the bright spring forest…

in the clovers field…

viewing the Northern Alps…

at such a place…

having a short rest during the nest building…

flower language is “resolved to win”…