When we encountered the shadowy house site, the land was thickly covered with trees and plants. There were no one at all other than the quiet, old storehouse. The gate opening to south, the old well, the warehouse. Standing quietly, the sounds of old lives there came out of the silence. That was the place of the nostalgic comfortness.
Mow the grasses, level the land, and pull the inclined storehouse down between the remnant to be hold and the brand new things. Houses lay among the tall grown trees. Now here became the place full of what we feel comfortable.

Wearing, eating, and living.
Here is the place to share the things and time that colors everyday life. Hope our place grow matured by the people and nature around us. Open the doors to everyone expecting new meeting.