{"id":3474,"date":"2016-09-25T18:10:28","date_gmt":"2016-09-25T09:10:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/?p=3474"},"modified":"2016-09-25T18:49:44","modified_gmt":"2016-09-25T09:49:44","slug":"september-sunday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/persimmon-dreams.com\/blog\/2016\/09\/25\/september-sunday\/","title":{"rendered":"September Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"

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At long last, the rain has let up, and everyone has come out to play.<\/p>\n

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It’s the season of the spider lily.<\/p>\n

The spider lily loves it when the rice matures, when the ears of grain arc. He never misses it, year after year after year.<\/p>\n

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The rice is feeling content.\u00a0 A job well done.<\/p>\n

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And the white heron appreciates the farmers cutting the rice. Easy pickings.<\/p>\n

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The spider lilies hug the rice fields—and the streams, too.<\/p>\n

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The yellow flowers wonder if Vincent van Gogh will be out and about today.<\/p>\n

The spider lilies like to gaze, not only on the rice, but on Ryuso Mountain and the blue sky.<\/p>\n

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Ryuso Mountain and the blue sky love to\u00a0gaze down upon the rice. A little bit, Ryuso envies the green and the yellow of the fields.\u00a0\u00a0 Me, too.<\/p>\n

“Down” in this case is a mere direction. Not an attitude.<\/p>\n

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Who wouldn’t want to kiss it all?<\/p>\n

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The mikans bask.<\/p>\n

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The crows stay high—checking out all the hubub.<\/p>\n

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And what a hubub it is!<\/p>\n

All the mingling and tingling.<\/p>\n

Go ahead stretch your arms to the sky. Relish in it. Let loose a barbaric yawp or two.<\/p>\n

Smile.<\/p>\n

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