Cured by Butterburs

Rainy Days are the Nice Days




In the garden of our new home in the mountain, we have a beautiful maple tree. The end of winter is the best time for transplanting, so we decided to plant 100 butterburs around the maple tree. Butterburs can often be seen in Japanese family meals, people would make tempura with this vegetable that has a distinctive bittersweetness that I did not know how to appreciate when I was younger. But now, this taste is what I look forward to whenever spring comes. If the 100 butterburs we planted can grow healthily, then we will be welcoming a sumptuous feast of butterburs next spring. This made me so happy even when I was just plowing the soil.

Following the planting was more than two weeks of chilly yet sunny days. The newly planted butterburs already appeared withered one day without being watered. However, since we had only moved recently, running water was not yet working. The stream nearby would also stay dry until summer arrives. So I had to carry almost a hundred liter of water to the mountain every day to water all my butterburs. They instantly turned very lively once hydrated, water drops landing on the leaves made them extraordinarily green and pretty. During that period of time, I had quite a bad time because of something that happened to my family, but the budding butterburs managed to cheer me up. Not only did they give me emotional strength but also helped with my physical strength — muscles on my arms were greatly strengthened because of the hard work. All of a sudden, I realized farming is the best way to cure our body and soul.




After working in the garden for a couple of days, I began to feel tired. As if hearing the signal of my body, it began to rain heavily. So I got the chance to take a rest. I heard that Japanese weather report in the old days often mentioned rainy days as bad weather, but as time goes by, people got to understand that rain is the gift from nature. After understanding rain is good news to farmers, people finally stopped seeing rainy days as bad. Sitting behind the window, looking at the rain cloud and listening to the rain pouring down, I could vividly feel how powerful the love of nature is.

The sun came out after the rainy day. I returned to the mountain to see my butterburs. They all looked so healthy, the new buds had already grown a lot. It was only a day of rain, but the butterburs that were still recovering from being replanted had already gained enough energy and nutrients to appear so energized. No matter how hard human try, we can never be as mighty as nature. All of these just reminded me every bit of the joy and sorrow I experienced is basically nothing when compared to the grandeur of nature.