Jen at WordPress wants to know about what gives us satisfaction – and well, every February, week 8, I get a lot of that… I give my 144 potplants a total makeover!
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WPC: Unusual
Unusual…well, my daughter spotted this unusual grave decoration when we visited the beautiful Highgate Cemetery, London. The much loved author Douglas Adams’ fans leave their most precious pens in the pot. Of course we did as well. We are all only Hitchhikers here, aren’t we…
WPC: Delta
For this week’s photo challenge, share a picture that symbolizes transitions, change, and the passing of time.
WPC: Transient
WPC: Friend
Best friends forever…and my best friends forever as well! Mille and Totti …
WPC: Heritage
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My grandmother could mend any damaged or wanting tree or bush in her large garden. Anything touched by her loving hands would live and flower again.
This may be a simple pelargonia, but a living heritage from my beloved grandmother. She treasured her flowers very much, and used to get cuttings from old friends and relatives. I inherited all grandmother’s pelargonias, about 15 plants, and I am proud to have preserved them for 30 years now. This particular white one was her favourite – White Mårbacka. I have also got a powerful red one and from the start I also had an orange variety. Sadly, I have lost that orange one – I hope she forgives me…
She had these plants in all her windows, and I learned, already as a little child, how to prune them and plant cuttings. My guess is that these flowers date back at least 60-70 years, or more. A living remembrance of my grandmother, Signe. I talk to them and think of her.
WPC: Surprise
Surprise – well, some surprises over the years are not easily forgotten. First out in the header – when our neighbours had not picked their red apples before the snow got them…and the second one – the first time I saw a swimming bus… in The Danube!
WPC: It IS Easy Being Green…
…when you are a tree! For more Green, click here.
WPC: Wish
Wish, a challenge from Jen. I have just watched the TV news – I often wish I never had. 20 years ago we stopped buying and reading evening papers, and I still avoid much of the catastrophy-, war- and news media. Not my body nor my soul was made for it. I believe nobody’s body or soul is. Still, once a day I listen to the radio news, that way I avoid the pictures.
Tonight, this thin, starving man, came running towards me with his little daughter in his arms. Running through the ruined city of Mosul, tears streaming down his cheeks, his daughter in his arms, lifeless. His open face in the camera. Next, a woman in the camera…crying. Next, her four children in hospital beds, badly wounded from bomb shells and poison gas.
I try to surround myself with beauty. I cannot exist without it. I wish some of this beauty also might bring something good to other people than me…to my family, to my friends…pieces of harmony in a disastrous world. Good things start with yourself…You have to be the change you want to see in the world. Gandhi talked about that. And, I believe that is the way. If we all try, in our own little ways…the waves will grow and reach distant shores. Let Love and Harmony win.









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