Rainy season makes people some prominent grain's crop. Remarkably beautiful byproduct is own seasonal hydrangea. In Japanese, Ajisai (紫陽花).
The blooming is gradually flourishing in blooming change.

Flowers are watching any human act, even if we are never notice any flower blooming.

Seasons could never be concerned with us, flowers neither. Nevertheless, we are occasionally feeling, in no logical sensing, necessarily according to individual, being watched by them.

Global warming certainly switched our surviving ambient so overwhelmingly. But at least at my ethnicity abiding sensibility, some sense claims some merciful lamentably watching everything at detached feeling so called traditionally, "Mono-no-Aware"(もののあわれ) in my country, the view is traditionally fixed.

In frank, in my country, as much as yours have, mutually completely independent human personal consciousness has never been fixed as traditional manner for everyone.*(that typical example ever frequently told in my country, Rentai-Sekinin(連帯責任).
Surely, these days, some socially generally changed sensitivity is seen in some younger generation ones in my country, but even now occasionally to our society, that older custom or individual habit could emerge at any community as the form of bullying as "Ijime"(いじめ).

And rather as not like as yours, in my country, to anybody, some merciful emotionally attended attitude to nature must have constitushonally settled as national virtue.

Everything could be compensated mutually so necessarily, that is called at my country difinitive term,  “Ichicchou-ittan"(一長一短)", as make ends meet.

However, these days, globally, my country's own traditional culture has been appreciated by many foreign counteies too, indeed.

Today, I to some actual extent, tried to interpret my country's own culture so negatively, but that was easily summarized my one ironical wisdom dragging outcome.

Have a nice Sunday on you, today!

(Irregularly continued)

June.  4th.  2023

( To Ms. B. E. / D 1 / P B O )