A day off. After a string of consecutive music gigs finally came to a pause, a quiet moment at last arrived. Before I knew it, the neighborhood had already begun to take on the subtle hues of autumn. I had planned to run for an hour today, but just 30 minutes in, a sharp pain […]
As July draws to a close, I’ve started to notice the sun rising later. The air feels just a little cooler against my skin, a subtle sign that summer is slowly coming to an end. After an hour-long run, I slow down on my way back, taking time to cool off and photograph the wildflowers […]
I bought some salad greens with roots still attached from the supermarket and decided to plant the roots. To my surprise, they grew into an even more lush and vibrant bunch than when I first bought them! I did the same with green onions, and they just kept growing—eventually even sprouting flowers. This is my […]
Living in the midst of nature, surrounded by wildlife—owls, Canada geese, ducks, groundhogs, raccoons, and of course, squirrels and deer. Foxes and rabbits may not often show themselves, but you sense their quiet presence. Even on long, tiring days spent in front of a computer, these animals bring a sense of peace and comfort, gently […]
As the greenery deepens on the mountain slopes, familiar flowers begin to bloom here and there, just as they do every year. The once brown world is now coming alive with color. Dicentra, Pulmonaria, Solomon’s Seal, Lily of the Valley, Grape Hyacinth—each one small and delicate, yet resilient enough to bloom unfailingly after enduring the […]
The long-awaited magnolias are in full bloom, basking in today’s mild high of 16°C. Among the daffodils, one curious white flower had snuck into the bucket of bulbs—while all the others bloomed a uniform yellow. Lured by the warmth of spring, even the groundhog emerged from its burrow, though it still seemed half-asleep.
The air is still cold, yet I can hear the whispers of spring. In the dim light of early morning, the once-frozen water begins to thaw, only to form a delicate layer of ice again—thin, fragile, and breaking apart with a soft, crisp sound. The daffodil bulbs I buried before winter have not all fallen […]
