恒例のDeepL による英訳。
I inherited my mother's house in the mountains of Yamanashi, which was once a silkworm farm built over 100 years ago, and now live there.
In August, as I sit at home listening to the relentless chirping of cicadas, gazing at the cloudless blue sky, and watching bees gather around the flowers in the garden, I am reminded of the summers of my childhood when I was sent to this house every year with my older sister.
My cousins were also staying here, and it felt like a summer camp that lasted all summer. My sister and cousins would run and climb the back mountain, play in the river in front of the house, catch dragonflies, and save the canned MITUMAME that our grandmother would give us as a snack every day to make "pockuli" and play with it.
My grandfather would buy crayons and colored paper, and we would each make our own "art supply set" in small paper boxes with scissors and Yamato glue. Every summer, we would take them out and use them.
There was no supermarket near the station yet (Chujitsuya → Daiei → AEON), so we watched bon odori dances and fireworks at a large venue. (The fireworks displays were spectacular.)
Now that I'm an adult, I realize how much effort and care went into hosting us.
Grandfather, grandmother, my unmarried uncle and aunt, and the family of my great-aunt next door—I can only express gratitude.
Every day, I bow my hands at the house shrine and pay respects at the Buddhist altar, but every time I recall the kindness I received, I once again bow my hands at that moment and express my gratitude. Even though I was a child and didn't understand, I truly thank them.
Unfortunately, I am single and cannot pass on the kindness I have received.