Kurume Flower Park: Magical Colors of the Four Seasons

#JanuaryGoodPlaces2025 In spring, pushing a baby stroller through a sea of ​​flowers, my daughter filled the stroller basket with tulips as if they were colored pencils. In the summer maze, your son insisted on taking the "path only known by bees", but ended up back at the starting point, proudly saying, "I invented a new game!" During the autumn night light show, the children ran in fluorescent cloaks and shouted at the end of the tunnel of light, "We have traveled to the future!" And you quietly picked up their dropped little shoes from behind, like finding two lost stars.