harvest

Under the sunny sun and feeling cold winds, we picked  the fruits.

My hand was reaching to top of the tree as like catching the light.

How rich is the harvest.







Black sesame cake

using the leftovers  in the kitchen.

feel little sad to leave from my kitchen….my house….

finally, I will go to Germany for several months 

after finishing  many hundred things.

 




peach soup

invite the old friend, whom have not been met for more 12years.

she did worked as the ” heal artist “at the hospital in NY.

I’m so interested  in it.

there are many way to be artist and I also want to find the way more than that I knew about it  .

and…. 

made peach soup. 

fit for summer night.

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