No gardening for me today...and I'd rather not have visitors if at all possible. I need to rest.

(( Yup, for the first time since he came here, Ukitake's illness is acting up. Feel free to hear his coughing and hacking if you are in the area ))

It's odd...recalling those days of innocence some 2000 years ago...

I wonder what some people think of me...the difference between then and now.

Is this...Is this the new training field Yamamoto-sensei was building? It seems so odd...most living villages are more primative than this. It's just so strange ( Read more... )

-Out on a small islet in the middle of the lake stands one Jushirou Ukitake. In his hand is the drawn blade of his zanpaktou, catching some of the moonlight. He seems to be heavily focused on the blade in his hands, moving it in slow and deliberate cuts of the air. A series of kata that he has learned over his many ages that bring forth the spirit ( Read more... )

...Hotaru-san stopped coming by...it seems she's left...

I hope she would have liked these. They will remind me of her, I know that much.

(( Jushirou has added violets as well as purple pansies to his garden in memory of his little helper ))

Well...the house matches the garden now...but the Bird of Paradise stands out quite a bit more than it did before. Somehow, that seems oddly appropriate ( Read more... )

It seems just as the new feathers arrive, the other flowers in my garden are showing signs of blooming...how wonderful the cycle of life is.

These daffodils have blossomed...how odd that they would do so in this soil. Perhaps there really is magic in this land.

Toshirou? I believe you and I need to speak.

Hmm...perhaps I can return to gardening now...

I think I know what to plant. Some of those roses Konan spoke fondly of...and perhaps a white Daffodil for Toshirou...

...I'm trying to tell my self that I shouldn't be worried about Toshirou...the boy has so much strength and spirit that I know he'll make it through this, but...

I do worry. I always have...perhaps I always will.