Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

In the morning, it wasn't the electronic sound of the alarm clock that woke me up. The bird's voice echoing from the woods.

If you want to talk, oh, beautiful! What, those humans are pretty loud. Instead of refreshingly saying, "Well, good morning," I wake up every morning feeling a little pulled, "Ooh, I'm fine today..."

Volume regulation function, sought. I want to turn Snooze off too.

When you gently get the bed in order to make yourself comfortable, you descend downstairs. The destination is the kitchen. First and foremost, the kitchen. Master Adelaide is already awake, boiling water and starting to support breakfast. I tried so hard that I shouldn't, but I couldn't beat Dear Adelaide getting up early. I'm not sleeping. Exactly.

That's why the breakfast is served by Dear Adelaide. After cleaning up and lunch is me. The two of us prepare dinner, and I'll clean it up. naturally settled on the rotation that

It's open so you can see I'm here. Knock on the door three times and hug Lady Adelaide all the time with a good morning's greeting.

"Morning, Margaret. You're at Daniel's today, aren't you taking lunch?

I nodded as I lifted the lidded basket for lunch, which is why Daniel and Mark took something with them, and they told me what they thought. This kind of place makes me smile and happy with my heart.

Yeah, well, he asked me to get the eggs, and I went outside with the monkey. I'm here, chickens! These hens are part of my wake-up call. It can also be described as a key member.

Volume regulation function, particularly sought. I wonder if there's a screw on my back.

On the way to the chicken hut between the mansion and the backyard, I pull out about two strands of green vegetables like a small pine nut growing around there while walking. You like this, don't you?

Five chickens, a scorched brown base, not the white one you often see in Japan. It also feels small around the corner and close to chavo. But it's the Tosaka part that feels the difference thoroughly... so fussy. A little different from Ukokay, too. What is it, Tawashi? Ishikawa Goemon? And a few hairs like a peacock crown stand. It shakes and is cute when it moves. And a long tail.

Honestly, I was a little bad at birds. Where to make unexpected movements or how brilliant the neck area of the feather is? But I'm just used to taking care of you every day - if you're still blocked, oh, oh, oh? and repeat something like a pageant in the hallway.

I pull him over with a green vegetable snack in the back of the cabin, and when it sticks, he picks up the eggs in the gap he's eating and puts them in the monkey. These kids always give birth to me in a set place, so it helps. For smaller bodies, smaller eggs. I think it's about the size S I call it in Japan. There were four adorable eggs with light brown shells today...... who, did you rest?

I waved out of the chicken hut to see you again later for cleaning and dinner, and Buddy was waiting for the touch and waving his tail... with the little one on his back. Good morning, Buddy and Fairy. Place the egg monkey aside and stroke both together.

The fairies stopped coming to the room when I could move, and thus appeared fluttered when I was in the garden or near the woods. Mostly it sticks to Buddy. Cute, you friendly bastard.

I don't do anything, but sometimes I leave satisfied. These kids don't have a voice either, but I think they're coming to see me because they feel like they're laughing and flying while saying "Ka". 'Cause he looks just like the kid he was running away from with "Mr. Tamara".

That's why when I brought Buddy back, breakfast was ready, and I just had tea in.

The menu this morning is freshly baked bread, bacon and potato soup, and a clean green salad with beautiful colors each have half a slice of boiled eggs on it. The small baked confectionery like Madeleine made yesterday was accompanied by tea. Oh, of course there's jam.

Put the eggs on a fly book-like shelf and wash your hands to your seat. We'll all "have" Buddy when he's in his rice position, too.

Current time, 6: 00 a.m. Look, I'm not sleeping, am I?

The clinic is usually about fifteen minutes each way if you walk. I received a fully healed ink for my arm injury, but my leg is still a little bit. I am told to walk slowly so I feel like taking a walk and relaxing. Yeah, I'm not going around anymore.

Hold a lunch cage in one hand and walk loosely with Buddy. I arrived at the clinic while I was waving back to greeting the villagers I meet along the way and the children I play with followed me along the way.

Thanks, and when I pounded Buddy's neck, he went back down the road where he rang out... I knew you were smart, that kid. Now if I pick you up till you get home, I'm gonna fall in love.

The exterior of the clinic is a normal house with no signs. The first floor is the clinic and the second floor is the teacher's home. I heard Mark rents a house nearby, so there's a teacher living here alone.

It's attached to the front door. Good morning as you ring the bell Karan Cologne! And I greeted him only with intent and went inside.

This is actually the second time I've actually come here because I've always had teachers come to me. I look around the room that I'm still unfamiliar with...... When I open the front door, it spreads out to the front in a waiting room with two long chairs. There is no reception, and the clinic on the other side of the front door combines water and dispensing space. Sure enough, there should have been another hospital bed in the back, or a teacher's little break room separated by curtains.

Beyond the collision, placed a short distance from the door of the office, is a staircase to the second floor, the teacher's home.

I noticed a crate placed in front of the bench and approached it, and the door of the office opened and I was called out. It's Dr. Daniel.

"Hey, there you are. That's where Mark left it yesterday. Let me know if you need anything else."

When I checked and smiled and nodded that it was okay, I was prompted to be ready and okay because the cleaning was done. That, what about Mark? I hear the question was on your face.

"Mark's got me going to get a letter out. A bandage or something."

Start nanny support where convinced. I asked the teacher for permission and spread the rug by the bench near the wall. Even if it's a favor, it's over.

Yesterday evening, it was this rug and a little play tool that Mark carried. Mark came to the Mansion all of a sudden and took it with him.

At least I tried to follow you to the clinic and they told me you didn't have to come out because the sun was about to go down... what a handsome fellow feminist. Prince.

In this village, where there are indeed few street lights, the area quickly darkens when the sun goes down.

Especially since Adelaide's mansion has no other house nearby, and the back is wooded. If I try to go out at night in the Japanese mood, I'm confident I'll be shipwrecked in no time.

When I go out at night, I walk with Cantera's magic guide version, but after all, no one basically walks out at night because this is rural. If the dining room or something goes past sunset, the store will treat you... inconvenience is inconvenient. But living close to such a day is comfortable for the outgoing body.

Mark came home while I was leaving my lunch cage in the break room. I need to speak to you for a moment before the patient arrives, sister. I didn't have time to tell you yesterday.

I'd call him even on the shoulder if he was supposed to, but he's tall and hard to do, so he pulls his sleeve a little like a child, and for now he says thank you for carrying the load. Oh, nothing, or complaining about what I told Dr. Daniel over a blurry reply made me look like I was going to see something interesting.

"The teacher needs to understand the patient's behavior as an attending physician, until he decides he should report it as an assistant."

I know that, but it's embarrassing.

"It wouldn't be better to be impotent and have weird habits or remain in pain than that. If you know what I mean, listen to me and be nice."

Here! Head pump, me, older -! Ha-ha-ha!

"You don't look like a very four year old woman up there. If you behave like an older person, I'll treat you like that, young lady."

Yeah, you have a nice smile, handsome. You're even laughing at Dr. Daniel, already.

I took today's lunch hostage because I regret it and attached a promise that I would always speak up if I saw it in the backyard. I've been baking pancakes because you said you liked the teacher before, add cheese and poppy seeds. And a salad with grilled chicken. What do you say? Now there won't be any accidental whistleblowing... should be. Maybe.

If I had done so, a patient with children would have visited me soon.

It was Anna, a young lady in a small shop, who held an infant in her left hand and connected her right hand to a girl about three years of age to visit the clinic. I look pale because I see it. I rush to take on the little ones and let them sit in the waiting bench for now.

"... Su, I won't. Please, Shimazu..., diapers, here..."

Receive the cloth bag on his shoulder and let him take a breather, ask Mark to pull his hand and slowly enter the examination room. The baby was on suyasuya break, but I was a little nervous when I peeked into her face wondering if her sister would be okay if she left me, so I laughed and led her hand over the rug.

This cute little blonde curly haired girl sitting tight even though she kicked ass is Mariella. Even though you're always a fashionable lady, I knew you were worried about your mother being sick.

My eyes glowed when I took out a doll made of cloth from inside the crate. All right, you want to play with the dolls?

"I'm done with my checkup, but I'd like to give you some medication and a little rest like this, if possible. Can you still wait?

I enjoyed the warm weight I held in my left arm and played with my doll for a while and Mark came to ask, but Mariella is fine, she's not leaving yet, she's going to play more! And he answered without even looking at Mark's face. Ha, a child. Mark laughed bitterly and went back to responding to one patient after another.

After that, Mae from 800 houses and Daisy from the farmhouse brought the little one to the hospital. Other patients come, of course, and that's the only clinic in the village, quite busy.

The villagers basically live with each other, so they can keep their children in the neighborhood and come to the clinic. But I knew we were all busy, so your mother would put up with her malaise. I'm with you all over the world.

I don't get to come here every day either, but hopefully I can help at all.

On the rug the children were replaced and thrived. They all played with good kids and waited for me, so I was a little too uptight, too.

There's not that much variety of toys I brought. I tried making balls out of dolls and dressed clothes, and extra cloth and old beans. That and a few large handkerchiefs in a handbag small enough for the child to hold.

What we wait for here is something soft and light because it's little kids and babies up to about three years old. Dress your doll, pile up your balls, or put something in your hand and repeat. The slightly grumpy kid also stopped crying in a flash when I showed him playing pom pom pom with three balls. Great! It's good to do it with Grandma.

I really wish I could have done a hand-play song or something. I can't help it, I don't have a voice. I know a lot of them.

Oh, my God, Margaret. I suddenly became a lot of mothers. Oh, my God. The nursery in the waiting room was quickly running out of time while the other patients made fun of me on the set line.

My nanny time is until about three o'clock, when the three of us eat pancakes soothingly, even though I'm a little soggy thinking of Dear Adelaide, who made it a single lunch, and also when the afternoon patient breaks off.

I opened the clinic door just so Mark could send me because I wanted a job kiri, and Buddy sat down and waited.

Buddy, what a good boy! I knew I'd fall in love with you!