Roses were still in bloom last Friday at Yamashita-koen park in front of Hotel New Grand.
先週の山下公園のバラはまだ咲いていた。急に寒くなったせいか、今年は少し長く楽しめた秋だった。
A Part of Floral Friday
capturing in prose
You may have an experience of blowing soap bubbles. It would be joyful memories. A few weeks ago, when I was taking a walk in a park close to my house, suddenly I became aware of a fact that the pleasure of memories about bubbles were not only coming from a happy time of my childhood but formed by seeing breaking smiles of children. We maybe forget such a magic under a relentless pressure of an urban life.
In response to the photo challenge: Magic by The Daily Post.

The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.
芸術家は自然の友であり、花はその茎の優美な曲線と調和のとれた絶妙な色合いで会話する。どんな花も直接心から語りかける言葉を持っているのだ。
Rodin
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It must be the right time to post another l.t.f. This is my second contribution to WPC:Tiny.