The meaning of this haiku: I hear it in old days when I rub grass against cloth on a stone in state Fukushima Shinobu group and be dyed and got it. It called “Shinobu-zuri” is so. I have remembered somehow old dyed goods when I watched a way of using hands of the rice-transplanting of young girls.
![Dagsluiting](https://sg-images.nl/2007/12/closedu2008maandag.gif)