The verandah is done now. No more lumber cutting and the days of sawdust are past.

When I was leaning against the fence railing, a soft rattling came in my ear. Fist, I thought it was a woodpecker in the distant forest, but soon found out that little green frogs (Rhacophorus schlegelii) are the source of the sound. Spring has finally come in the mountain village (though the cherry buds are yet to bloom)