I Like to Spread My Happy Virus Around the World—from My Little Corner of Jeju. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐ŸŒ- ์ œ์ฃผ ์ž‘์€ ํ•œ๊ตฌ์„์—์„œ ํ–‰๋ณต ๋ฐ”์ด๋Ÿฌ์Šค๋ฅผ ์ „ ์„ธ๊ณ„์— ํผ๋œจ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€๋‚˜๋‹ค

I never planned to share so much of my private life with the world.

Actually, I have never been a person who wanted to tell everyone everything about me.

But somehow, I started writing about my ordinary days.

My dogs, Ruby and Rich.
My golf practice.
My little garden.
Walking around my neighborhood in Jeju.
Something funny that happened during the day.
Something that made me smile.
And sometimes, something I learned about life after 60.

At first, I thought I was simply keeping a diary.

And in a way, I still am.

The difference is that I write my diary in English, too.

That changed everything.

If I wrote only in Korean, my little everyday stories would mostly stay inside Korea.

But English is a global language.

So now, a very ordinary day in my little corner of Jeju can travel much farther than I ever imagined.

Someone in another country might find my blog while searching for golf.

Someone might find a story about life after 60.

Someone might be learning English and happen to read one of my simple diary entries.

Or maybe someone is simply having a boring or difficult day.

And this last one matters to me.

Because something unexpected happened after I started writing.

I became happier, too.

Before I started this blog, I sometimes felt that my life had become a little too quiet and predictable.

After turning 60 last December, I remember thinking,

“Well, I guess the exciting part of my life is probably over now. I should just live quietly, one day at a time.”

I wasn't terribly unhappy.

But I did feel that life had become a little flat.

Then, at the end of February this year, I started writing.

And slowly, something changed.

The days themselves didn't suddenly become more exciting.

I simply started noticing them.

I began looking more carefully at the little corners of my everyday life.

A funny thing my dogs did.

A beautiful view I had seen many times before.

A small vegetable growing in my garden.

A good golf shot.

A conversation that made me laugh.

A kind person I might otherwise have overlooked.

A tiny piece of luck hiding inside an ordinary day.

The more I wrote, the more I noticed.

The more I noticed, the more I enjoyed.

And somehow, even tomorrow started to feel exciting again.

I began wondering,

“What will I discover tomorrow?”

That may be the biggest surprise of this whole blogging journey.

I started the blog thinking that perhaps other people might enjoy my stories.

But I discovered that I was the person who was being healed first.

Writing made me brighter.

It made my ordinary days feel less ordinary.

It helped me discover good people I might not have noticed before.

And it gave me a reason to look forward to tomorrow.

That is something I am deeply grateful for.

So now, I don't want my blog to tell people how to live.

I don't want to pretend that my life is always exciting or beautiful.

It isn't.

I have quiet days.
I have boring days.
I have days when nothing special happens.

But even on an ordinary day, there is usually something worth noticing.

Maybe happiness is not something we have to go out and buy.

Maybe sometimes we simply need to notice it.

That is one of the things I am learning as I get older.

I am 60 now, and I still feel like a work in progress.

I don't have a perfect life.

But I have become much better at noticing small happiness.

And perhaps that is what I want to share.

Not advice.

Not success.

Just a real life.

A simple life on a small island.

A life with dogs, golf, gardening, English, laughter, mistakes, discoveries, and ordinary days.

If someone reads one of my stories and smiles, I am happy.

If someone puts down their phone and goes outside for a walk, even better.

If someone who is having a difficult day feels a little lighter after reading my story, then my private little diary has become something more than a diary.

It has become a small anchor in someone's day.

I cannot give everyone money.

I cannot solve anyone's problems.

But I can share a little happiness.

Maybe this is my own way of giving.

And perhaps there is another kind of giving, too.

Sometimes, we can simply share the way we live.

A quiet morning.

A walk with a dog.

A simple meal.

A little garden.

A round of golf.

A funny mistake.

A moment of gratitude.

Maybe someone somewhere needs exactly that small reminder:

Life doesn't have to be extraordinary to be worth enjoying.

Writing about my day has also changed the way I walk through life.

It feels a little like the difference between simply walking down a familiar road and walking the same road while taking photographs.

When I am just walking, I may pass the same tree without giving it a second thought.

But when I have a camera in my hand, I start looking.

The light is different today.

That flower is finally blooming.

There is an interesting shadow on the wall.

A bird is sitting on a branch.

Suddenly, the same ordinary road becomes full of things to discover.

I think writing does the same thing to my life.

I am not changing my life.

I am simply looking at it more closely.

And perhaps that is why my days have become more interesting, more joyful, and somehow more full of little surprises.

So, from my little corner of Jeju, I will keep writing about the life I am actually living.

Nothing fancy.

Nothing perfect.

Just my everyday life.

And if a little happiness happens to travel across the ocean while I am writing...

Well, why not?

I like to spread my happy virus around the world—from my little corner of Jeju. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐ŸŒ

Maybe you caught it today.

I hope you did. ๐Ÿ’š


KR Version

๋‚˜๋Š” ์›๋ž˜ ๋‚ด ์‚ฌ์ ์ธ ์ƒํ™œ์„ ์„ธ์ƒ์— ๋งŽ์ด ๊ณต๊ฐœํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.

์‚ฌ์‹ค ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‚ด ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ชจ๋“  ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์—๊ฒŒ ๋‹ค ๋งํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋„ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์–ด์ฉŒ๋‹ค ๋ณด๋‹ˆ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‚˜์˜ ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•œ ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ์“ฐ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

๋ฃจ๋น„์™€ ๋ฆฌ์น˜ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ.
๊ณจํ”„ ์—ฐ์Šต ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ.
์ž‘์€ ํ…ƒ๋ฐญ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ.
์ œ์ฃผ์—์„œ ๋™๋„ค๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•œ ๊ฒƒ๋“ค.
๊ทธ๋‚  ์žˆ์—ˆ๋˜ ์žฌ๋ฏธ์žˆ๋Š” ์ผ.
๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์›ƒ๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“  ์ž‘์€ ์ผ.
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊ฐ€๋”์€ 60 ์ดํ›„์˜ ์‚ถ์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋œ ๊ฒƒ๋“ค.

์ฒ˜์Œ์—๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์“ฐ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ผ๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

์ง€๊ธˆ๋„ ์–ด๋–ค ์˜๋ฏธ์—์„œ๋Š” ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ ์ผ๊ธฐ๋‹ค.

๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์ ์ด ์žˆ๋‹ค๋ฉด, ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ด ์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์˜์–ด๋กœ๋„ ์“ด๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์ด ์ƒ๊ฐ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋งŽ์€ ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ฐ”๊พธ์–ด ๋†“์•˜๋‹ค.

๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ•œ๊ตญ์–ด๋กœ๋งŒ ์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ผ๋‹ค๋ฉด, ๋‚˜์˜ ์†Œ์†Œํ•œ ํ•˜๋ฃจ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋Š” ๋Œ€๋ถ€๋ถ„ ํ•œ๊ตญ ์•ˆ์— ๋จธ๋ฌผ๋ €์„ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค.

ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์˜์–ด๋Š” ์„ธ๊ณ„ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ์‚ฌ์šฉํ•˜๋Š” ์–ธ์–ด๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ์ด์ œ ์ œ์ฃผ ์ž‘์€ ํ•œ๊ตฌ์„์—์„œ ๋ณด๋‚ด๋Š” ์•„์ฃผ ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•œ ํ•˜๋ฃจ๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ƒ์ƒํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ๋ณด๋‹ค ํ›จ์”ฌ ๋ฉ€๋ฆฌ ์—ฌํ–‰ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.

์–ด๋–ค ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ๊ณจํ”„๋ฅผ ๊ฒ€์ƒ‰ํ•˜๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ๋ธ”๋กœ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•  ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ๊ณ ,

์–ด๋–ค ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ 60 ์ดํ›„์˜ ์‚ถ์— ๊ด€ํ•œ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ฝ๊ฒŒ ๋  ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ๋‹ค.

๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๋Š” ์˜์–ด๋ฅผ ๊ณต๋ถ€ํ•˜๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ์šฐ์—ฐํžˆ ๋‚˜์˜ ์‰ฌ์šด ์ผ๊ธฐ ํ•œ ํŽธ์„ ์ฝ์„ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ทธ์ € ์ง€๋ฃจํ•˜๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ํž˜๋“  ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์„์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋‹ค.

๋‚˜๋Š” ๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰ ๊ฒฝ์šฐ๊ฐ€ ํŠนํžˆ ๋งˆ์Œ์— ๋‚จ๋Š”๋‹ค.

์™œ๋ƒํ•˜๋ฉด ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ธ€์„ ์“ฐ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•œ ํ›„, ์•„์ฃผ ๋œป๋ฐ–์˜ ์ผ์ด ๋‚˜์—๊ฒŒ ๋จผ์ € ์ผ์–ด๋‚ฌ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด๋‹ค.

๋‚˜ ์ž์‹ ์ด ๋” ํ–‰๋ณตํ•ด์กŒ๋‹ค.

๋ธ”๋กœ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์ „, ๋‚˜์˜ ์‚ถ์ด ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋‹จ์กฐ๋กญ๊ณ  ์ง€๋ฃจํ•˜๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋А๋‚„ ๋•Œ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.

์ž‘๋…„ 12์›”, 60๋ฒˆ์งธ ์ƒ์ผ์„ ์ง€๋‚˜๋ฉด์„œ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ์ƒ๊ฐํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๋‹ค.

“์ด์ œ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์šด ์ผ์€ ๋ณ„๋กœ ์—†๊ฒ ์ง€. ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์กฐ์šฉํžˆ ํ•˜๋ฃจํ•˜๋ฃจ ์‚ด์•„๊ฐ€๋ฉด ๋˜๊ฒ ๋‹ค.”

๊ทธ๋ ‡๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ถˆํ–‰ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ์€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๋‹ค๋งŒ ์‚ถ์ด ์กฐ๊ธˆ ํ‰ํ‰ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋А๊ปด์กŒ๋˜ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ์˜ฌํ•ด 2์›” ๋ง, ๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ธ€์„ ์“ฐ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์กฐ๊ธˆ์”ฉ ๋ฌด์–ธ๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ๋‹ฌ๋ผ์กŒ๋‹ค.

๋‚ด ํ•˜๋ฃจ๊ฐ€ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•ด์ง„ ๊ฒƒ์€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์—ˆ๋‹ค.

๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค.

๋‚˜๋Š” ํ‰์†Œ์—๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์ง€๋‚˜์ณค๋˜ ์ผ์ƒ์˜ ๊ตฌ์„๊ตฌ์„์„ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋” ์ž์„ธํžˆ ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ฐ•์•„์ง€๋“ค์ด ํ•œ ์žฌ๋ฏธ์žˆ๋Š” ํ–‰๋™.

๋Š˜ ๋ณด๋˜ ํ•œ๋ผ์‚ฐ์˜ ๋ชจ์Šต.

ํ…ƒ๋ฐญ์—์„œ ์กฐ๊ธˆ์”ฉ ์ž๋ผ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ์ฑ„์†Œ.

๊ณจํ”„์—์„œ ์ž˜ ๋งž์€ ํ•œ ๋ฒˆ์˜ ์ƒท.

๋‚˜๋ฅผ ์›ƒ๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“  ๋Œ€ํ™”.

์˜ˆ์ „ ๊ฐ™์œผ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์ง€๋‚˜์ณค์„์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋Š” ์ข‹์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ.

ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•œ ํ•˜๋ฃจ ์–ด๋”˜๊ฐ€์— ์ˆจ์–ด ์žˆ๋˜ ์ž‘์€ ํ–‰์šด.

๊ธ€์„ ์“ธ์ˆ˜๋ก ๋” ๋งŽ์ด ์•Œ์•„์ฐจ๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.

๋” ๋งŽ์ด ์•Œ์•„์ฐจ๋ฆด์ˆ˜๋ก ๋” ๋งŽ์ด ์ฆ๊ธฐ๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์–ด๋А ์ˆœ๊ฐ„๋ถ€ํ„ฐ๋Š” ๋‚ด์ผ์ด ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์„ค๋ ˆ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

“๋‚ด์ผ์€ ๋˜ ๋ฌด์—‡์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ ๊นŒ?”

์ด๊ฒƒ์ด ์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด ์ด๋ฒˆ ๋ธ”๋กœ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•œ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋†€๋ผ์šด ๋ณ€ํ™”์ธ์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋‹ค.

๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๋‚ด ๊ธ€์„ ์žฌ๋ฏธ์žˆ๊ฒŒ ์ฝ์–ด์ฃผ๋ฉด ์ข‹๊ฒ ๋‹ค๋Š” ๋งˆ์Œ์œผ๋กœ ๊ธ€์„ ์“ฐ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ๋ฐ ์•Œ๊ณ  ๋ณด๋‹ˆ ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋จผ์ € ํž๋ง์„ ๋ฐ›์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์€ ๋‚˜ ์ž์‹ ์ด์—ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ธ€์„ ์“ฐ๋ฉด์„œ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋” ๋ฐ์•„์กŒ๋‹ค.

ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋‚˜์˜ ํ•˜๋ฃจ๊ฐ€ ๋œ ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋А๊ปด์กŒ๋‹ค.

์˜ˆ์ „์—๋Š” ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์ง€๋‚˜์ณค์„ ์ข‹์€ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์„ ์ƒˆ๋กญ๊ฒŒ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ธฐ๋„ ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚ด์ผ์„ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ฆด ์ด์œ ๋„ ์ƒ๊ฒผ๋‹ค.

๋‚˜๋Š” ์ด๊ฒƒ์ด ์ฐธ ๊ณ ๋ง™๊ณ  ์ฆ๊ฒ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ์ด์ œ ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‚ด ๋ธ”๋กœ๊ทธ์—์„œ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์‚ด์•„์•ผ ํ•˜๋Š”์ง€ ๋งํ•˜๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€๋Š” ์•Š๋‹ค.

๋‚ด ์‚ถ์ด ๋Š˜ ์ฆ๊ฒ๊ฑฐ๋‚˜ ์•„๋ฆ„๋‹ต๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋ณด์—ฌ์ฃผ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€๋„ ์•Š๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ ‡์ง€ ์•Š๋‹ค.

์กฐ์šฉํ•œ ๋‚ ๋„ ์žˆ๊ณ ,
์ง€๋ฃจํ•œ ๋‚ ๋„ ์žˆ๊ณ ,
์•„๋ฌด ์ผ๋„ ํŠน๋ณ„ํžˆ ์ผ์–ด๋‚˜์ง€ ์•Š๋Š” ๋‚ ๋„ ์žˆ๋‹ค.

ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•œ ํ•˜๋ฃจ์—๋„ ์ž์„ธํžˆ ๋“ค์—ฌ๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉด ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•  ๋งŒํ•œ ๋ฌด์–ธ๊ฐ€๊ฐ€ ๊ฑฐ์˜ ํ•ญ์ƒ ์žˆ๋‹ค.

์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด ํ–‰๋ณต์€ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€์„œ ๋ˆ์„ ์ฃผ๊ณ  ์‚ฌ์•ผ ํ•˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ์•„๋‹์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋‹ค.

๊ฐ€๋”์€ ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ์ด๋ฏธ ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ณ์— ์žˆ๋Š” ํ–‰๋ณต์„ ์•Œ์•„์ฐจ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ธ์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋‹ค.

๋‚˜์ด๊ฐ€ ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€๋ฉด์„œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐฐ์šฐ๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ์ค‘ ํ•˜๋‚˜๋‹ค.

๋‚˜๋Š” ์ด์ œ 60์‚ด์ด๊ณ , ์—ฌ์ „ํžˆ work in progress, ์•„์ง๋„ ๋งŒ๋“ค์–ด์ ธ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ์ค‘์ด๋‹ค.

์™„๋ฒฝํ•œ ์‚ถ์„ ์‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์ง€๋Š” ์•Š๋‹ค.

ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์˜ˆ์ „๋ณด๋‹ค ์ž‘์€ ํ–‰๋ณต์„ ํ›จ์”ฌ ์ž˜ ์•Œ์•„์ฐจ๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์•„๋งˆ ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋‚˜๋ˆ„๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๋‹ค.

์ถฉ๊ณ ๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

์„ฑ๊ณต์„ ๋ณด์—ฌ์ฃผ๋ ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๋„ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์‹ค์ œ๋กœ ์‚ด์•„๊ฐ€๋Š” ์‚ถ์ด๋‹ค.

์ž‘์€ ์„ฌ์—์„œ ์‚ด์•„๊ฐ€๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฐ•ํ•œ ์‚ถ.

๊ฐ•์•„์ง€์™€ ํ•จ๊ป˜ํ•˜๊ณ ,
๊ณจํ”„๋ฅผ ์น˜๊ณ ,
ํ…ƒ๋ฐญ์„ ๊ฐ€๊พธ๊ณ ,
์˜์–ด๋ฅผ ๊ณต๋ถ€ํ•˜๊ณ ,
์›ƒ๊ณ ,
์‹ค์ˆ˜ํ•˜๊ณ ,
์ƒˆ๋กœ์šด ๊ฒƒ์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ณ ,
ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ•œ ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ์‚ด์•„๊ฐ€๋Š” ์‚ถ.

๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ๊ธ€์„ ์ฝ๊ณ  ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ์ง€์œผ๋ฉด ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ–‰๋ณตํ•˜๋‹ค.

๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€ ํœด๋Œ€ํฐ์„ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋†“๊ณ  ๋ฐ–์œผ๋กœ ๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ์‚ฐ์ฑ…์„ ํ•œ๋‹ค๋ฉด ๋” ์ข‹๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€ ํž˜๋“  ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋‚ด๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋‚ด ๊ธ€์„ ์ฝ๊ณ  ๋งˆ์Œ์ด ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๊ฐ€๋ฒผ์›Œ์ง„๋‹ค๋ฉด,

๊ทธ๋•Œ ๋‚˜์˜ ์‚ฌ์ ์ธ ์ž‘์€ ์ผ๊ธฐ๋Š” ๋‹จ์ˆœํ•œ ์ผ๊ธฐ ์ด์ƒ์˜ ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋  ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค.

๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€์˜ ํ•˜๋ฃจ์— ์ž ์‹œ ๋จธ๋ฌด๋ฅด๋Š” ์ž‘์€ Anchor, ์ž‘์€ ๋‹ป ๊ฐ™์€ ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋  ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์œผ๋‹ˆ๊นŒ.

๋‚˜๋Š” ๋ชจ๋“  ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์—๊ฒŒ ๋ˆ์„ ์ค„ ์ˆ˜๋Š” ์—†๋‹ค.

๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€์˜ ๋ฌธ์ œ๋ฅผ ํ•ด๊ฒฐํ•ด ์ค„ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์—†๋‹ค.

ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์ž‘์€ ํ–‰๋ณต ํ•˜๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ˆŒ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค.

์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด ์ด๊ฒƒ์ด ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์„ธ์ƒ์— ๋ฌด์–ธ๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ๋‚˜๋ˆ„๋Š” ๋‚˜๋งŒ์˜ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์ธ์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋˜ ํ•˜๋‚˜์˜ ๋‚˜๋ˆ”์ด ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™๋‹ค.

๋•Œ๋กœ๋Š” ๊ทธ์ € ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์‚ด์•„๊ฐ€๋Š” ๋ชจ์Šต์„ ๋‚˜๋ˆ„๋Š” ๊ฒƒ.

์กฐ์šฉํ•œ ์•„์นจ.

๊ฐ•์•„์ง€์™€ ๊ฑท๋Š” ์‚ฐ์ฑ….

์†Œ๋ฐ•ํ•œ ํ•œ ๋ผ.

์ž‘์€ ํ…ƒ๋ฐญ.

๊ณจํ”„ ํ•œ ๋ผ์šด๋“œ.

์žฌ๋ฏธ์žˆ๋Š” ์‹ค์ˆ˜ ํ•˜๋‚˜.

๊ฐ์‚ฌํ•œ ์ˆœ๊ฐ„ ํ•˜๋‚˜.

์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€๋Š” ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์ž‘์€ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ†ตํ•ด ์ด๋Ÿฐ ์‚ฌ์‹ค์„ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ฆด์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋‹ค.

์‚ถ์€ ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•ด์•ผ๋งŒ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์šด ๊ฒƒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ผ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚˜์˜ ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ๊ธ€๋กœ ์“ฐ๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•˜๋ฉด์„œ, ๋‚˜๋Š” ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ฑท๋Š” ๋ฐฉ์‹๋„ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋‹ฌ๋ผ์กŒ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์€ ํ‰์†Œ ์ต์ˆ™ํ•œ ๊ธธ์„ ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ฑท๋Š” ๊ฒƒ๊ณผ, ์นด๋ฉ”๋ผ๋ฅผ ๋“ค๊ณ  ์‚ฌ์ง„์„ ์ฐ์œผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฑท๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์˜ ์ฐจ์ด์™€ ๋น„์Šทํ•˜๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ฑธ์„ ๋•Œ๋Š” ๋งค์ผ ์ง€๋‚˜๋˜ ๋‚˜๋ฌด๋ฅผ ์•„๋ฌด ์ƒ๊ฐ ์—†์ด ์ง€๋‚˜์น  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‹ค.

ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์นด๋ฉ”๋ผ๋ฅผ ๋“ค๊ณ  ๊ฑธ์œผ๋ฉด ์ž๊พธ ์ฃผ๋ณ€์„ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๊ฒŒ ๋œ๋‹ค.

“์˜ค๋Š˜์€ ํ–‡๋น›์ด ๋‹ค๋ฅด๋„ค.”

“์ € ๊ฝƒ์ด ๋“œ๋””์–ด ํ”ผ์—ˆ๋„ค.”

“๋ฒฝ์— ์ƒ๊ธด ์ € ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ž๊ฐ€ ์žฌ๋ฏธ์žˆ๋‹ค.”

“์–ด? ์ € ๋‚˜๋ญ‡๊ฐ€์ง€์— ์ƒˆ๊ฐ€ ์•‰์•„ ์žˆ๋„ค.”

๋˜‘๊ฐ™์€ ๊ธธ์ธ๋ฐ ๊ฐ‘์ž๊ธฐ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋งŽ์•„์ง„๋‹ค.

๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ธ€์“ฐ๊ธฐ๋„ ๋‚ด ์‚ถ์— ๋˜‘๊ฐ™์€ ์ผ์„ ํ•œ๋‹ค๊ณ  ์ƒ๊ฐํ•œ๋‹ค.

๋‚ด ์‚ถ์„ ๋ฐ”๊พผ ๊ฒƒ์ด ์•„๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ์ € ๋‚ด ์‚ถ์„ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๋” ์ž์„ธํžˆ ๋ฐ”๋ผ๋ณด๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ์ธ์ง€ ํ‰๋ฒ”ํ–ˆ๋˜ ๋‚˜์˜ ํ•˜๋ฃจ๊ฐ€ ๋” ์žฌ๋ฏธ์žˆ์–ด์ง€๊ณ , ๋” ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์›Œ์ง€๊ณ , ๊ณณ๊ณณ์—์„œ ์ž‘์€ ํ–‰์šด์„ ๋ฐœ๊ฒฌํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋˜์—ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์ด์ƒํ•˜๊ฒŒ๋„ ๋‚ด์ผ์ด ์กฐ๊ธˆ์”ฉ ๊ธฐ๋‹ค๋ ค์ง€๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋‚˜๋Š” ์•ž์œผ๋กœ๋„ ์ œ์ฃผ ์ž‘์€ ํ•œ๊ตฌ์„์—์„œ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์‹ค์ œ๋กœ ์‚ด์•„๊ฐ€๋Š” ์‚ถ์„ ๊ณ„์† ์จ๋ณด๋ ค๊ณ  ํ•œ๋‹ค.

ํ™”๋ คํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ.

์™„๋ฒฝํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๊ฒŒ.

๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๋‚˜์˜ ํ•˜๋ฃจ๋ฅผ.

๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ธ€์„ ์“ฐ๋Š” ๋™์•ˆ ์ž‘์€ ํ–‰๋ณต ํ•˜๋‚˜๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ”๋‹ค๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋„ˆ ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ๊ฐ€์—๊ฒŒ ๋„์ฐฉํ•œ๋‹ค๋ฉด...

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๋‚˜๋Š” ์ œ์ฃผ ์ž‘์€ ํ•œ๊ตฌ์„์—์„œ ํ–‰๋ณต ๋ฐ”์ด๋Ÿฌ์Šค๋ฅผ ์ „ ์„ธ๊ณ„์— ํผ๋œจ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์‹ถ๋‹ค. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐ŸŒ

์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด ์˜ค๋Š˜ ๋‹น์‹ ๋„ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ๊ฐ์—ผ๋˜์—ˆ์„์ง€๋„ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋žฌ๋‹ค๋ฉด ์ข‹๊ฒ ๋‹ค. ๐Ÿ’š

Cute tangerines from my parents’ farm, with the orange color being

so beautiful among the green leaves

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