Reflections
Thursday Thoughts – Thimpu in My Heart
Rainy Friday – The Last Magnolia Magic
Today it was cold with heavy showers and only short glimpses of sun. I feel so sorry for my magnolia…last year she froze black after one single day in the sun, this year the lovely white and pink petals are heartlessly smashed to the ground.
I thought I would honor her beauty before she is gone. With raindrops in her hair, she is still a grand Lady in all her splendor. Wish you all a great weekend.
Wordless Wednesday

WPC: Awakening
CFFC: Alone
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Alone
Being alone or wanting to be left alone – that is Me. Essentially.
Hope for Tomorrow’s Spring Equinox
Thursday Thoughts – Why you should go see this movie…
The Death of Stalin (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4686844/)
“The distribution certificate for the film The Death of Stalin has been withdrawn,” a culture ministry spokeswoman told Agence France-Presse.
Russia’s Communist party, the second largest party in parliament, has called the film, which revolves around the vicious infighting that followed Stalin’s death in 1953, “a form of psychological pressure against our country”.
Nadezhda Usmanova, head of the Russian Military-Historical Society’s department of information, told Reuters that the film was “despicable”. “It’s a bad film, it’s a boring film, and it’s vile, repugnant and insulting,” Usmanova said.
The Death of Stalin, which picked up four British Independent Film awards last year, stars Steve Buscemi as Nikita Khrushchev, Stalin’s successor, and Michael Palin as Vyacheslav Molotov, the Soviet diplomat. Zhukov is played by Jason Isaacs.
The Stories they tell – in Your Heart
As the morning dog walk was finished and we were warming up in the kitchen, I began to think about why I keep the things I keep on the old sideboard …and maybe they are not as beautiful as they once were…Why don’t I throw away faded roses…or faded twigs from an asparagus? And why do I keep a ceramic owl that cannot stand on its own feet?

Memories. Memories of a dear friend who gave me the loveliest roses – 10 years ago. Now they are resting in an beautiful bowl inherited from one of my oldest friends.
The owl is leaning against a ceramic bottle (from my grandmother). A gift from someone who listened to a lecture about some faraway country.

The three old bears were inherited from my mother-in-law. Somehow I love their expressions and I remember exactly where they were placed in her home. Now I let them sit together, contemplating life, on the golden crocheted tablecloths made by my husband’s grandmother, Anna.
The vase was a gift from another old friend, and the flowers – common cotton grass – were picked on my second trip to Iceland in 2006. They are still just as beautiful!
Things may fade, but memories don’t. They may change…but they will never leave you.
So, tell me – what do you keep on your sideboard, and what are their stories?







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