Don't forget to smell the Roses;

Ilona; strong colour, subtle perfume;

Just Pink, soft colour, wonderful scent;

One Perfect Rose by Dorothy Parker

A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.

All tenderly his messenger he chose;

Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -

One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;

'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.'

Love long has taken for his amulet

One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet

One perfect limousine, do you suppose?

Ah no, it's always just my luck to get

One perfect rose.

Iceberg; pristine and sweet.

Photos from my garden august 2o10, TS.

Sepia Saturday; School photo;

My Mothers school. I am not sure in which year this was taken. My Mother is the sixth girl on

the right side at the back of the row. She wears her hair up in plaits. she wears a jumper with white spots, her arms are at the back. All the children make very serious faces. Photography then was not an every day event. The room is very bare, everything in education, teaching and bringing up the children was very different. (please click the picture)

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Google is sometimes very annoying it just did not align properly, when I published, grrrr...

Photo TS

Yearnings for summer;

Tall, orange Cannas;

The warm scent of Abelia;

Silky orchids;

Red, ripe tomatoes;

Pink daylilies;

I don't know why she is yearning for summer, winter is not to bad!

Paul; Sepia Saturday;

I think he missed his role in "Brideshead revisited."

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Paul was Peter's, my husband's father. He was an artist mainly watercolours, a photographer and  he worked in a cigarette factory as designer. He was a brilliant entertainer,very clever, but he lacked the commitment to  his family. He got ill with Tuberculosis and died 1947 when he was 40 years old.

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Nostalgia at its best.

Sad...

Mrs Benteli our pet Guinea fowl was with us for over 15 years. She followed me and when I called her she always answered. In the morning I fed her together with the chooks. Sometimes I gave her little treats. She loved oats with milk. This morning when I called her she did not answer. I was afraid something happened. When I went in search of her all I found was her feathers. Perhaps a fox got her. She was only a little guinea fowl but she was very cute and we loved her.

A sad end for Mrs. Benteli.

Sepia Saturday; My Grandmother;

My grandmother Franziska Tischler - Schneeberger, born  1889 in Austria. She had 3 girls, Victoria, Rosa my mother, and Helene. She also gave birth to 4 boys, Josef, uncle Peppe. Franz died in the second world war, killed by a mine just as he was captured by the Russians. Simon died in the second world war,missing.
Richard, the youngest of the siblings is 88 years old. Franziska died when he was born, a stepmother brought him up. C'est la vie.

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Sepia Saturday; My dad;

My dad, Emile, as a tiny boy; he was born in April 1903 he would be 107 years old. I loved him very much and will never forget him. He was clever and had a good sense of humour.

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