Thursday, July 7, 2011

Lucky 7's

Tanabata Festival in Edo  from Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji (first version) 1852

It's Tanabata, the seventh night of the seventh month, and since it hasn't rained it looks like the dreams of  Japan's fabled star-crossed lovers, Orihime (the star weaver, a.k.a. Vega) and Hikoboshi (the cow herder, a.k.a. Altair), will come true as they enfold each other in their heavenly embrace again this year for a single night before parting in "sweet sorrow."

Folks here in Temple Valley customarily pen private wishes on a strip of paper that they then hang on the branch of an erected bamboo tree (or branch) with the hope that it will come true. When my youngest son was about three years old he wished to become a dinosaur and sure enough from time to time he did and still does become something of a (good-natured) T. Rex.

I hope this Tanabata all your wishes come true too.


  1. Taro, sans bamboo tree or branch, Honorable Wife and I here in the Estados will be borrowing from Tanabata tradition and affixing our scripted wishes to the yardarms of two vintage 1950s clothes-line steel trees still standing in a corner of our property. We wish you and yours all health,love,prosperity, and less tremors, to come in the future. Be well, person. I mean man.

  2. I don't have a thing to say - I just want to tweak your global tracking prognosticator device.