Flowers bloom so proudly and scatter away in the wink of an eye.
They change their colors in perfect harmony with Mother Nature's rhythm, so naturally as birds sing and the moon waxes and wanes.
People search for hopes even in the face of despair. It was believed by those who used to feel joys when flowers bloom and sorrows when they scatter that flowers would assuage calamities like seasonal plagues.
Doing flowers is my daily life.
I interact with others while being saved by plants and learning vastly from the Mother Nature.
Enjoying the beauties of nature and amenably accepting natural phenomena greatly pleases me.
I believe there was a natural balance between nature and humans when people believed in flowers' psychic powers and held rituals to rejoice at flowers' blooming and tremble with fear of their scatters.
Now, modern societies capable of controlling hunger and global temperatures are suffering pandemics.
Once people's ordinary life is challenged, our once controlled emotions will no longer be repressible.
Things start striking our placidity and drive us to question what used to seem normal.
What exactly is the future that we really hope for?
We may be reaching the point to relook and reanalyze values of farming and religious faith, which form a foundation of Japanese spiritual culture, and such activities as education, entertainment and arts which are built upon this foundation.
I pray the pandemic will come to its end as quickly as possible.