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Tuesday, 24 January 2017

...people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones...



Hello and good bye, that is life in politics, it might be  nothing but a 4 year long term, good or bad after  a while all is  forgotten.


I am not impressed with this media made women’s movement against Mr. Trump,  President elect. It is not important if I like him or not, it is not the issue here. 
Women should be conciliatory, peacemakers, not harridans on a warpath. They are out for the kill just like their heroine Miss Clinton was. They should know, that democracy has spoken and all their tantrums won’t reverse it. They must be very ignorant of politics not to recognize the puppet masters behind  the scene.  Let these women do the dirty work for us, and they do.

If this march was for women’s  and earth's issues they should have marched a long time ago and every year. 

They did not march against all the miss deeds the outgoing politicians did. They did not march to stop the bullets and the bombs, they did not march for all the dead and destruction, for all the dead women and children,  all these wars have caused. They did not march for all the destruction of ancient cities and looted treasures. No, they march for their own hypocrisy, with little pink hats like they were performing on a stage. 

They are certainly not marching to better women’s life, they should have done that every year, no matter who holds the reigns in Government.

All these performers live in glasshouses and love to hear themselves speak. It seems they even believe their own drivel. Ts






Sunday, 22 January 2017

Saturday; Macros are fun.



From my summer garden;


Penta.

Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps;
Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvest reaps.

~A. Bronson Alcott, "The Garden," Tablets, 1868



Scented Geranium.

I am a sentimental gardener. 
The flowers, trees, shrubs they all hold my dreams my thoughts and sometimes my frustration, but mostly  my heart and soul is pleased. When the time comes to fold their petals the last time,  the softly,  withered flowers or leaves  have a lovely sentimental look about them. Ts



Withered Lotus leaf





Clarence river Baeckia.


To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves. ~Mahatma Gandhi





Nerine bulb.

The garden is the poor man's apothecary. ~German Proverb
I change this proverb to " The garden is the clever man’s apothecary." Ts





Lycoris aurea bulb.


With rake and seeds and sower,
And hoe and line and reel,
When the meadows shrill with "peeping"
And the old world wakes from sleeping,
Who wouldn't be a grower
That has any heart to feel?
~Frederick Frye Rockwell, "Invitation," Around the Year in the Garden, 1913



©Photos #mygarden  Ts

Tuesday, 27 December 2016

Bookshelf;



The Bookworm by Carl Spitzweg 1850




India with its magical colours and gods and stories.


The secret Children is a great book to read, it is about life and death and in between the brittle weaving of a colourful tapestry sadness in the unforgivable way the English Raj treated the native people in their own country. Ts

"From the book;"   tell me the stories about India. The names you have told me so many times. Tell me about being taken by bearers to see the circus, carried high above their heads with the way lit by lanterns. And the woman with her basket of coloured glass bangles, and how they would be broken eventually.
Tell me about your mother, sad and silent with silver bells on her ankles. Tell me about the nights you would get into bed with your sister when the two of you were sent away. Tell me the stories that were told to you. The brothers who eat their sister after discovering the sweetness of her blood, the reeds that whisper her name. Tell me the stories again. I promise I will remember.

Unforgettable...

Assam 1925. In the emerald hills of a tea plantation in northern India.
Mary and Serafina born of two worlds, accepted by neither...



The British Raj , literally, "rule"  was the rule of the British Crown in the Indian subcontinent between 1858 and 1947. The rule is also called Crown rule in India, The region under British control was commonly called India in contemporaneous usage, and included areas directly administered by the United Kingdom, which were collectively called British India, and those ruled by indigenous rulers, but under British tutelage  and called the princely states. The resulting political union was also called the Indian Empire and after 1876 issued passports under that name. 
This system of governance was instituted on 28 June 1858, when, after the Indian Rebellion of 1857, the rule of the British East India Company was transferred to the Crown in the person of Queen Victoria (who, in 1876, was proclaimed Empress of India). As a state, the British Empire in India functioned as if it saw itself as the guardian of a system of connected markets maintained by means of military power, business legislation and monetary management. It lasted until 1947, when the British Indian Empire was partitioned into two sovereign dominion states: the Dominion of India (later the Republic of India) and the Dominion of Pakistan.