In September 2018, it was still incredibly hot.
Hot enough to make you feel refreshed, as we ran through the garden and woods,
and between mountaintops, then basked in the summer heat, sweating all over.
There was an indescribable sense of comfort. The weather was exceptionally good, with clear blue skies and white clouds.
Speaking of which, since the new leaves sprouted, it had been a long time since I visited the flowers and plants in the garden. It also seemed like ages since I last checked on my little fawns.
It turns out that during the scorching summer, it’s also the time when they are desperately breeding the next generation. The newborn fawns are incredibly cute.
At this moment, I really wanted to hold them… but sadly, they are so mischievous that we can’t even touch them.
Although it was a bit hot, the air and scenery made us forget about the heat of the moment.