Winter Spring Summer
The sharp edge of winter dulled and we all smiled. I followed the beacon line of bright pink cherry blossoms on my nana bike. Nestled into north Gifu’s hills I returned to the Gasho Zukuri (praying hands) historical house and calm pond. (I call this place Naomi’s secret spot). When I rode the same path with Roz the week before the irritating sand from China dirtied the air. Not this day. I left my bike and hiked a decent slope to a privileged rocky lookout over all Gifu. I meditated and felt blessed in the new warmth.
The Sakura (cherry blossoms) lasted not 2 weeks. We enjoyed a Hanami (flower-see) party and Erena’s birthday. I think when flowers blossom so do smiles. Its warming still towards a stifling summer (I love it too). Now it’s the turn of the Tulips in Gifu Koen, and soon enough, it will be time to swim in the river.



