桑の木です。
園庭に一本の桑の老木が支えられ、登り棒の間から空に向かって葉をつけています。
幼稚園の桑の木、約70年前に園庭を整備した頃には、並びに沿ってなんと8本もあったそうです。養蚕全盛時代に土地の持ち主によって植えられたのではないか?とすでにかなりの老大木もあったとのことでした。
子どもたちが走り回る園庭の一角で、8本の桑の木が枝を広げ、季節の移り変わりを見つめながら、長い年月を過ごしてきたのでしょう。
その後、木々は老木になったり、成長して大きくなりすぎたり、整備のためか一本、また一本と姿を消していったのでしょう。
今はたった一本の老木と、残り株から芽が出て新しく育ってきている木だけになりました。
登り棒付近の老木は、初夏には黒い実をたくさんつけ、園児は落ちた実を拾って色水を作って遊んだり、アリが群がっているところを観察したり、私自身も幼い頃にカイコを育て、日々桑の葉を摘み与えていたのを覚えています。カイコが桑の葉を勢いよく食べていたのはとても印象的でした。
桑は英語では Mulberry(マルベリー) と呼ばれます。
日本では古くから人々の暮らしと深く関わってきた植物で、先も記しましたが特に養蚕には欠かせない木です。
カイコ(蚕)からは美しい絹が生まれ、その絹が日本を豊かにしたともいわれています
一枚の葉が小さな命を育て、その命が人の暮らしを豊かにするものへと繋がっていく。やがて日本という国の歩みを支える大きな流れにつながっていったのですね。
桑の木、葉はカイコ(蚕)のいのちを支え、果実は人の楽しみとなり、長い年月にわたって人々の暮らしを見守りさまざまな形で私たちに恵みを与えてくれる植物です。
この老木には、かつて8本の桑の木が立っていた頃から、幼稚園の70年の歴史を静かに刻み続けています。そして、その長い年月の間、この木にも主の恵みと愛が注がれ、生かされてきたのだと思います。
老木の曲がった幹のところに、いつのまにかスミレが育っていました。
3月には花が咲いていましたよ😊
長い年月を生きてきた老木にも、そのそばでひっそりと咲く小さなスミレにも、同じように主の恵みが注がれている。そう思うと、園庭の片隅にあるこの風景が、いつもより少し特別なものに見えてきます。
This is a mulberry tree.
In the kindergarten playground, an old mulberry tree stands supported by braces, reaching its branches and leaves toward the sky between the climbing bars.
About 70 years ago, when the kindergarten playground was being landscaped, there were reportedly as many as eight mulberry trees planted in a row.
It is thought that they may have been planted by the former owner of the land during the heyday of sericulture, when raising silkworms was a thriving industry in Japan. We are told that some of the trees were already quite old and large even at that time.
I imagine those eight mulberry trees spreading their branches over a corner of the playground where children ran and played, quietly watching the seasons change as they lived through many long years.
Over time, some of the trees became old, while others grew too large, and perhaps because of changes and maintenance to the playground, one tree after another eventually disappeared.
Today, only one old tree remains, along with a young tree that has begun to grow from one of the remaining stumps.
The old tree near the climbing bars produces many dark-colored berries in early summer.
The children would pick up the fallen berries and use them to make colored water for their play. They would also stop to watch the ants gathering around the fallen fruit.
I, too, remember raising silkworms when I was a child and picking mulberry leaves every day to feed them.
I can still remember how fascinating it was to watch the silkworms eagerly devour the mulberry leaves.
The mulberry tree has been part of children's lives and memories for generations.
The English name for 桑 is Mulberry.
In Japan, mulberry trees have been closely connected with people's lives since ancient times. As mentioned earlier, they are especially important in sericulture, the raising of silkworms.
Silkworms feed on mulberry leaves and eventually produce cocoons, from which beautiful silk is made.
Silk became one of Japan's important exports and played a significant role in supporting the country's modernization.
A single leaf nourishes a small living creature.
That creature produces something that enriches people's lives.
And from that simple connection grew a much larger story—one that eventually became part of the great movement that helped shape the history and development of Japan.
The mulberry tree supports the life of the silkworm through its leaves, offers people the simple pleasure of its fruit, and quietly remains in one place for many years.
In so many different ways, it has been a source of blessing to people and their lives.
This old tree has quietly witnessed and recorded the 70-year history of our kindergarten, reaching back to the days when eight mulberry trees once stood here.
And throughout all those years, I believe that this tree, too, has been sustained by the Lord's grace and love.
On the curved trunk of the old mulberry tree, a little violet had somehow taken root.
It was blooming in March. 😊
The old tree and the tiny violet are so different in size and age, yet each is living the life it has been given, growing together in this one special place.
There is something truly precious about the sight.
It brings a quiet sense of peace and warmth to the heart.
The old tree that has lived for so many years, and the tiny violet blooming quietly beside it—both are receiving the same grace of the Lord.
When I think of it that way, this small scene in a corner of the kindergarten playground seems somehow more precious than before.
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