Some pieces of memory

Recent warm autumn days are better suited for going out for walking or doing some sports. In fact when I'm passing by some schools I can see exercise for athletics meets by students.

Besides autumn makes me feel tempted to make some small thing sitting alone in my room thinking of something or nothing.

Of course making or reading tanka poem makes my day, but today the pieces of some old cloth which I found at a corner of my drawer gave me a hint.

They were given by my husband's mother ( I don't like so much the word, mother-in-law), and have been forgotten.

The pieces of cloth are of indigo dyeing and the patterns of the cloths are chrysanthemums and tiny butterflies.

I tried to do patchwork simply by hand.

And I added some tapes and spangles which are not so standing out.

Maybe it is simple crazy patch if I can name



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Doing this, my memory traced back the days where I had lived with  my husbands mother.

They were not always bright days, and sometimes rainy, but all peaces of the memory are so tender.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 窓の外にくだるは露か夜しぐれ
                         ひそやかにして何か近づく


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　斎藤　史（１９０９～２００２）

Is it dewfall or

night's passing autumn shower

on the windowpane?

Stealthily, without a sound,

something is approaching here
(translated by James Kirkup and Makoto Tamaki)

Like dewfall in the tanka by Fumi Saito, tenderness of the memory came stealthily to me.

While I am unaware some autumnal insects started to be chirping.

I made this cushion last autumn listening to some sings of insects.



By the way the mother leaf that I posted here had four children.

And they are growing like this.