Kiri

It's sunny today, the 2nd of June of 2025. I'm wearing my hooded red, grey, and black cardigan. I carry a lime green sack with a lizard drawing thereon. I wear a green touque. (I'm a long-time Esperantist.) In the morning and in the afternoon, I went walking to Tim Hortons café to have some varied drinks and a Crispy Chicken Craveable Sandwich. Sometimes, I crave absent things like baklava, cannoli, barfi, halva, and others too sweet and exotic. In the morning also was my 24th visit this spring to the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road. 'Twas practically empty in the worship hall. There are many Filipinos in this parish. The grand Empress Tree, called "Kiri" by Japanese, near Bowcock Road, has lost most of its purple blooming glory by now. The species originates in East Asia, and is here on Lulu Island. It looks like the Jacaranda, also purple-bloomed, in South America. Incidentally, as a linguistic note, maybe for many, Japanese Katakana would suffice for their linguistic curiosity, as it does really satisfy the graphic dimension of language learning. Katakana words are like "eye candy."

It's a sunny blue-sky 19th of June of 2025, here on Lulu Island. The couple of days have passed with my visiting the "Clam Temple," the Roman Catholic church at St. Albans Road, for likely the 47th and 48th times this year. I'm really Dharmoanimistic, a Syncretist in a wider view. Near Robinson Road, I notice the little charming green bamboo grove. Near Bowcock Road, the grand Empress Tree, "Kiri" for Japanese, is now completely devoid of its springtime purple blooms. I visit Tim Hortons café quite frequently: Bacon Farmer's Wrap, buttered Cinnamon Raisin Bagel, Iced Coffee with oat milk, and Iced Classic Lemonade.

It's a terrible winter-like start to summer this longest-daylight Summer Solstice Day of the 20th of June of 2025. Ugh! It was raining like cats and dogs this morning, with much cloudiness in the afternoon. I still know "reinos" in pinkish Volapük (it's raining). I had to wear my blue boots and bring my black umbrella. I've been to Tim Hortons café several times: Sausage Farmer's Wrap, Earl Grey Tea with oat milk, Lemon Poppyseed Muffin, etc. It was likely my 49th visit this year to the "Clam Temple"—the St. Albans Road's Roman Catholic church. I'm an Esperantist-Lojbanist. I'm a Syncretist, spiritually. Several people at church were wearing beige, which, I think, symbolizes Chabacano, Philippine Creole Spanish. I just enjoy sitting quietly in the nave and the adoration chapel, both mostly empty. Ah, the void... I tried to reach for a big heart-shaped leaf from the Empress Tree, "Kiri" in Japanese, but it was too high up.