It rained for half the night.
The rain stopped during breakfast.
The sky is clear and sunny, which makes my heart feel refreshed.
The air after the rain is cool. I walked through the streets and went to the old house to see what traces the spring rain had left on the old house.
After opening the lock, the courtyard comes into view. Spring grass has grown up between the gaps in the floor tiles. Perennial dandelions have yellow flowers and radicchio shoots are reddish. The flowers of bittern are a little thinner, but the clusters of flowers are smiling brightly.
There are more than ten toon trees on the west side of the courtyard, large and small. The young buds are at the top of the branches, attractive to the eyes.
The rose flowers under the window are as big as the size of a fingertip, and they will bloom in three to five days. I think I will come and enjoy the rose flowers.
Chives are growing in the vegetable fields every year, and the patch of leeks that bloomed last year is ready for cutting.
I leaned over and squatted on the edge of the border, pulling out the weeds that had grown taller, including wheatgrass, wormwood, sowroot seeds, parsley, and edible wild vegetables, dandelions and endives. Endive sprouts. I cleaned up the leek field and harvested the first bunch of new leeks this spring.
I repair the toona trees that are all high and low every spring several times. Today, I was cruel to them again. Who could let them give me so many temptations? A bundle of toona buds is the second harvest from the old yard.
I know it’s time to plan to plant melons and beans.
In the days to come, when I get up early and at night, I am willing to come and plant the time I am willing to, sowing hope, sowing love, and sowing the joy of growing old. Of course, plant it in the most suitable season.
Standing in the yard, I admired a row of old houses and several small plots. The cucumbers were green, the beans were slender, the eggplants were shiny, and the pumpkin flowers were yellow.
Tomorrow morning will be my first working day in the small vegetable garden in another year.
I packed up my mood, took the harvest with me, unlocked the door, returned to my home, and gave my wife a little joy.
Writing this short article, thinking about the regret in my heart, it would be great if I took a set of photos of the small courtyard.
Well, see you next time!
Written in the afternoon of April 16, 2020