Rising on our feet

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Since the landscaping project commenced, curious passerbys have been slowing down their pace to observe the facelift. Which is quite an amusing sight to watch behind the curtains, as Japs are generally reserved people who maintain a poised impression at all times.







I wish there is a back door for me to slip out and join the onlookers. These days, I've been thinning my presence as much as possible so as not to lay any pressure on the workers. Imagine me stealing glances when I offer them drinks. The only time I get to watch openly is when the workers have called it a day. Bad Bear just laughs at me acting mousey.






Greeted the symbol tree this morning, which was the first to rise yesterday! We've picked a Japanese snowbell ( エゴノキ ), also known as Pink chimes. Can't wait to see it bloom in Spring! >.<





Time that I rise on my toes too, after having injured my foot since last Autumn. Half of the foot still feels dislocated at bad times, how comfy is that you think? But I reckon I've rested enough since the fella isn't bruising... And my heart skips at the thought of putting on my ballet shoes again in a fortnight! ;)