Two days ago while walking to the Wishing Tree a branch of yellow flowers appeared at my feet. I placed the branch in my bag and offered it, with rice, to the Tree.
Today I walked to the Wishing Tree and was surprised to see that my offering had remained beneath the tree. I also saw an offering from the Pink Angel, small pink and white flower petals arranged into an oval, along with cherry tomatoes, kiwi, and an unnamed fruit.
It was cold, windy, grayish white, the dismal cloud light dulling the day.
