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Local friends have told me that in the 1940s, Fujino had more than 50 winter days each year with lows dipping below Late January is the dreariest time of year in Fujino. The surrounding mountains lie in lethal sleep under a rusty flannel of winter brown, cedars damask with pollen. The heavy blanket on the hills tries hard to blunt even sound. Early yesterday morning, I walked out to a dull rapping that sounded "nok, nok, nok" from a dead tree high above our frozen spring. Even with a pair of binoculars, it was difficult to pick out the shape against the dark gray of early morning and dying wooduntil he moved, and I saw his red headband. The tapper was a Japanese Green Woodpecker (aogera) trying without much success to crack an echo from the sullen bark.
Back in our garden, our summer herbs lie listless, tall grasses flat and morbid under a frigid, glistening white tissue of death. But in one corner, a single clump of narcissus braves the frost and, almost hesitantly, whispers, Winter is not the end. January 28, 2000 Update: February 17, 2000The temperature this morning was -9.2° C, a new low for this year. At the same time, the high pressure driving the current cold front from China is pushing very dry air, so while my car had almost no frost on its windows this morning, chapped skin is a problem.
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Green Gables: A Contemplative Companion to Fujino Township
by Norman Havens nhavens@gol.com
Updated: April 20, 2002
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