A Fond Memory
My cousin and her husband took me to Takachiho Farm in Miyakonojo and I loved it. The rolling hills, the cows in the distance, and the weather that day created a tranquil pastoral scene that I took in with joy and peace. There was a spot to view the quarternary volcanoes, volcanoes that had been active over 250 million years ago to the present day. There was a sign with informative text about the fact that there are 24 volcanoes on the ridge, one that is still active. On that day, I saw shades of green that were purer and greener than I had ever seen. Undiluted. The greens that I had known in Los Angeles during a visit to Griffith Park or around my neighborhood were always viewed through a haze of smog or a dusting of pollutants. When I returned to Los Angeles, I mentioned my observations to my former Japanese tutor, and he understood exactly what I meant.
At the farm we had delicious ice cream. We visited the Kirishima Jinja before going to the train station. The most wonderful foot bath was located in front of the station. There was a tea leaf tree with branches that partially hung over the pond. A gentle breeze brushed a shower of delicate leaves into the water. It was a memorable, magical day.