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The white flower of Kousa reminds me of a
dear old memory: Our only son left home young
and entered a junior high school of Jiyu Gakuen in Tokyo.
Both parents and son were very uneasy then.
We trusted the education policy of the school
and teaching staff, and we were always praying
for his sound grow-up. Mr. Kira, who was
in charge of our son's class, kindly supported
him and helped us. When we visited the school
to attend a parents' association meeting,
we made it a rule to have a small dinner
with our son after the meeting. We three
walked through the street covered with thick
forest from the school to the nearest railroad
station.
Two big Kousa trees attracted our attention
at that time. They held white flowers at
their best, beautiful enough to make our
feet stop and look up them. It was very Mr.
Kira who came out of the house, yes, the
trees were growing in his garden. He was
a teacher of biology and told us that he
also loved the tree. Mr. Kira was already
passed away. Whenever I look at a Kousa tree,
I recall his gentle smile and my small son
wearing a knee-length pants in his junior high school days. In my garden, the tree have held many white flowers in
the refreshing green leaves as usual . I
hope it will take and grow healthy on our
land.
My flower archives
Flowers and trees in my garden |
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