Monday; Fairy tale;

Flying to Rainbow;

.... they met by coincidence. Where are you flying to? I am traveling to Rainbow; ah, interesting, I am visiting there as well, it is a cheerful and beautiful place.That was fast;  we, are already landing; It really looks beautiful, different to any place I have been. Where are you staying? I am staying in that  dreamy, yellow house over there, draped with pink and purple Bougainvillea. How extraordinary it is my destination too.  I am glad I met you, let me help you with your luggage, as we are going to the same place.  It is such a pretty place, look at the Jasmine creeping through the windows and Almond trees have showered their frothy petals over the door steps.  How lovely the sun sets, pink and blue, green  and gold ; two grey heads leaning towards each other, holding hands with a knowing and soft understanding. A glass of red, a cuddle here and a whisper there, the fish frying, bravely overdone and the salad greens waiting with wilting leaves while they dance and flirt in a yellow house scented with Jasmine in the late spring afternoon.

This is a Fairy tale, any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental.

♥

Dedicated to all oldies young at heart.

©Ts 

Sepia Saturday 118; Going out;

Probably 1932

My mother, Rosalia, right and her older sister Victoria. 

I guess on a Sunday outing.

Probably 1938

My aunt Helene her daughter Gerlinde and her nephew Joseph;

I do not know where they went, perhaps to a wedding or to a christening.

Summer 1948

My younger sister and I, going out;

Sunday dress, white socks and white shoes

Going out  to a School reunion 1969

From left, I, my school friend Guido and my best friend Margrit.

That's all from me,  Going out;

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Thursday; a good excuse...

Today I am going to the Arts center to see the movie "The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel". Lilli said, Mum a good excuse to make a  girl's day out and lunch at Ferry Road Market. ML comes too, we all love movies.




 Drama / Comedy

Cast: Judi Dench, Bill Nighy, Tom Wilkinson and Maggie Smith. 

Synopsis:The Exotic Marigold Hotel follows a group of British retirees who decide to "outsource" their retirement to less expensive and seemingly exotic India. Enticed by advertisements for the newly restored Marigold Hotel and bolstered with visions of a life of leisure, they arrive to find the palace a shell of its former self. Though the new environment is less luxurious than imagined, they are forever transformed by their shared experiences, discovering that life and love can begin again when you let go of the past.

May the blessings of each day be the blessings you need most.♥  

Wednesday; peaceful;

Nature is cruel....but also extraordinarily beautiful;

 pleated leaf of  the Bismark palm.

Peaceful for me means, walking around in the garden and take in all the flowery and earthy scents, the visual pleasure of unexpected beauty,  a leaf illuminated, a petal glitter from last nights rain.

Today I am invited to visit Sarah's garden. I am looking forward to see her garden. It is always a pleasure to    talk to a fellow gardener.


Down By The Salley Gardens by William Butler Yeats

DOWN by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white
feet.
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not
agree.
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white
hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

Lichen adorning a tree;

© Ts

Tuesday; a tiny speck...

Dawn in the Currumbin Valley;

WHO do you think we are? 

Monday; Sola;

The lovely Setsugekka, Camelia sasanqua; is always the harbinger of autumn, the first of the Camelias to flower. The white flowers pristine, sometimes with a breath of pink. It is deilcately beautiful.

This morning I have to make myself to write about something beautiful; the words are not flowing today;
Outside the wind has chased the clouds to make  room for blue and gold, I did not expect it this morning.
Perhaps my day improves too, something chasing off the clouds.

To cheer me up a few lines of  A MERRY AUTUMN
 It's all a farce,—these tales they tell 
        About the breezes sighing, 
    And moans astir o'er field and dell, 
        Because the year is dying.

 Such principles are most absurd,— 
        I care not who first taught 'em; 
    There's nothing known to beast or bird 
        To make a solemn autumn.

 Now purple tints are all around; 
        The sky is blue and mellow; 
    And e'en the grasses turn the ground 
        From modest green to yellow.

 The seed burs all with laughter crack 
        On featherweed and jimson; 
    And leaves that should be dressed in black 
        Are all decked out in crimson. 

                Merry Autumn, a wonderful hymn by Paul L. Dunbar.

Somewhere over the oceans is an other world where spring sows tiny bells of happiness.


♥


A favourite;

As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction.


And an other favourite
...tomorrow is another day.

Sepia Saturday 117 - Scouts;

Scouts is a difficult meme for me, no photos, nothing, nobody past or present has been a scout. My middle daughter had once a go at cadets in her first years at Maclean Highschool. Nothing has come out of it not even a photo. As far as I know my father did not like organised obedience. He hated it when he had to do his obligatory military training and also the successive  trainings every year for three weeks and after 40 for 2 weeks.  My daughters never showed any interest to be a  "Browny" what the girls were called in those day I have a nephew he has refused to do military training and service and had to something else, like community service. Before that many went to jail which was the only option if you did not do military service. For the females it was optitional.
I remember the scouts in Switzerland, they were little busy bodies feeling very important in their khaki uniforms and big hats. In lieu of the missing scout pictures I post some from the early years of military service of my dad.

I do not know the year of  this picture, but I know it was  in the second  world war, when all Swiss men had to go and defend the borders. Here he was in the cooking brigade, I think he did not mind it because he liked cooking! He always cooked on Sunday for us. My dad is right at the edge of the picture.

It looks like there were a few more which were not amused.

My mother with some  Swiss soldiers;  No clue why they are here, I guess my mother might have cooked for them. My father is not in this picture. He might have taken the picture. 

To me it looks rather odd, at that time it must have been  serious.

Here in front my father not wearing his uniform, why? His hands in his pockets, a very big no no; standing there not very elegantly  but very sure of himself.

No clue when or why?

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