The day before yesterday, I took photos of a tree which was bound by ropes.

It looked like the tree was taken by white ants, and a local ranger must have put ropes around its branches, so that they won’t hit people when they get snapped off.

While I was taking photos, a few people asked me why I was so interested in a dead tree. I told them that I wanted take some pictures before it will be gone forever. I could see some new tiny branches shooting off, and I felt its last defiance was somewhat noble and existential.

Yesterday, I got news from Tokyo telling me that my grand mother just passed away. She had been struggling with her illness for some years, and I guess her rope went bit slack this time, allowing her to go free. It’s sad, but then she is not suffering anymore.

Today, I decided to restart my blog, which has been stopped for a couple of years. May be I am feeling bad about not making contact to my grandma for years. May be I now realise I need to express my thought while I can. Whatever it is, I now feel like I need to start writing something.

おととい、近くにある木の写真を撮りに行った。

どうやらシロアリにやられてしまったようで、枝が折れて、人の頭に落ちてこないように、枝にロープが巻かれていた。
切られて先が無くなってしまった枝から小さな芽が出ていた。ほとんどの枝を落とされてしまっても生き抜こうとする木の生命力は、すごいと思った。

きのう、９０歳になる祖母が亡くなったという知らせが来た。長い間認知症を患っていた祖母。悲しいことだがこれでやっと楽になれたと思った。

きょう、長い間ストップしていたブログを再開した。