La Japoneisa: Obon or Oku Iya Natsu Matsuri

Today I played a little bit in the pumpkin field and helped Wayne build netting over the soya beans by our chicken coop. The chicken coop remains mostly unfunctional and the netting, according to Wayne the Field Master, needs more work on it. Humphr. They both look very pretty though.

As the late afternoon of heated laziness approached I was off to pick up Bo chan and then the two of us rode my favourite friendly little k truck up and down the windy mountain roads. We were off to get ready for the local natsu matsuri-summer festival. Hurray.
I had a shower! I wore clothes suitable for civilization! I wore make-up! And suddenly these small and simple joys of life are no more difficult for me to understand.
We slipped into our pea-green yukatas and enjoyed being clean and pretty and celebrating.



















And then we danced and danced (supposedly looking like men) and talked and danced and laughed and danced (happilly looking like women again)


and ate wonderful festival food (and my Rice Day was after arrival to the matsuri with no regrets postponed to some rather unclear future time). Long live life, reason and healthiness come along!

The evening came to its end under the starry lights of beautiful hanabi (fireworks) and we walked our way home with happiness in our hearts looking forward to be dancing soon again.