At Haruhi-en Niho

By Fujimoto

Although typhoons didn’t hit directly our place, very hot days and rainy days bothered us very much this fall. So, we could not go picking grapes at the right time.

But we decided to go to a vineyard near our facility inbetween typhoons.

“Thank you so much for us to go to various places. I love to go out to a variety of places!” Ms. K said.

They brought back a bite for staffs as well as the other residents who could not go.

By Fujimoto

At Haruhi-en Niho

During the preparation for lunch, we asked Ms. Y to taste the persimmons

which we put liquor into to remove its astringency on October, 21.

Some are already overripe…though.

Staff W: “Oh, Ms. Y, isn’t it astringent, is it?”

Ms. Y: She kept eating one after another without saying a word

Q-taro: “Ms. Y, don’t you choke?”

Boss: “Don’t worry. It’s ripe and soft enough!”

Ms. W: “Oh, Ms. Y, you loved it. Is it so delicious?”

Q-taro: “Well, It looks somewhat astringent to me…!”

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at Haruhi-en Niho

by Fujimoto

Ms. W who is about turn age 101 soon often hum songs. She sings gidayu as well. It goes like “Hanshichi, where are you these days?♪♪♪”

“A lot of people have a shamisen at home in those days. We used to enjoy the sound, like chan, chan, chachan. Well, we had a very good time. I missed it.”

We can find a fun even in such a humble country life. Sounds nice, isn’t it?

By Fujimoto

At Haruhi-en Niho

Not every person is likely to feel sleepy around at the same time every single night

What do you do on such an occasion?

Have a drink?

You might be more wide-awake a while after you drink.

Mr. M spend time drawing pictures on such an occasion.

Yeah, Mr. M is the very talented artist.

At Haruhi-en Tsuwano

By Shinta

Harmonica man dropped by Haruhi-en Tsuwano and played Japanese songs which they were familiar with.

Those Japanese songs remind us of old good times, don’t they?

The words and melodies come out of mouth naturally with ease.

We had a good time to listen to kind of sad tones of harmonica for a while.

Thank you very much, Mr. harmonica man!

Our spiritual home never fade away. Never ever…