It's season for the family going to the grave together.
We went to the cemetery early in the morning. It was rainy and cloudy,much cooler than usual year.
We gave good service to the ancestors and pray with peaceful mind.
We recognize that gratitude and joy of life would lead us to go forward.
The memory of the decedents brings us something special in this season.
We feel blessed by the ancestors in our mind.
I heard of the voice of cicada 'tsukutsuku boushi', a different kind of regular one in my area.
It's a funny sound.
It's also sort of nostalgic.
Their voices are so loud. But they are small and their wings are transparent,so it's harder to find them than Kumazemi.
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