Good Friday....where are thee?

We Wear the Mask

BY PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

       We wear the mask.

The world's  global Mafia at work.

please just a few more atrocities...

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

       We wear the mask!

My verdict; all of  these elegant, suave, well conversed globalists are  lower than a snake's armpit.

Text Ts

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Poetry from the one and only wonderful Paul Laurence Dunbar.

Wednesday; Simple things...

I am content and happy,  yet some days, happiness embraces  everything and it comes from nowhere, nothing has changed over night that is different from the day before, but here it is this singing feeling which leaves your inner being  completely at peace.…

All love Buddleia..

I watch a butterfly and marvel at its beauty. It dances and sparkles on its wings for a short time, if it is lucky 14 days. It does not ask to be or not to be. 

Since I planted a butterfly garden, the music and delight never stop….butterflies, ponderous fat bumblebees, honey bees, solitary bees, covered in pollen, self absorbed, checking, hum and buzz from flower to flower, cleverly and diligently  harvesting the provided pabulum.

Salvia Waverly is a very attractive plant for bees and butterflies.




Love the Teddy Bear bees in my garden.


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Sepia Saturday 19/03/2016

... I can hear the new-born lambs bleating and my very being cries out "Spring". Following that load of nonsense I had better extend my apologies to Sepians everywhere and get down to business - 

Love, whose month is ever May,
 Spied a blossom passing fair 
Playing in the wanton air.
W. Shakespeare; Love's Labour's Lost  Act 4 Scene 3 

Yes, we are ready for the cooler season and I am looking forward to it. 

Back to some long gone spring days.

I have a Photo from around 1976 ; An ewe had twins and she accepted only one. One of the babies had to be bottle fed,  (Where is this darn photo?)

 

My youngest daughter had always a love and special touch for birds or animals.

There was always one who needed special care and she was the one to provide the love and care.

It was a time when colour photos were new and nobody wanted  to take photos in sepia or  black and white.

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Stories from my apple tree;

 When I was growing up  in Switzerland, Apples were the fruit to eat every day.  We took an apple to school, to eat at recess. After school, when we returned home at 4 PM we were given an apple to satisfy our hunger until dinner was served.  From early autumn into early spring, apples were available until the last apples stored in the cellar were eaten.  Oranges and mandarins came from Sicily and were  available only at Christmas time as a special treat. We did not have Bananas or other tropical fruit. Later I lived in a prominent apple growing area in Switzerland. We planted a private apple orchard with many old varieties.Later, new owners did cut down all the fruit trees. They thought it was easier to go to the shops and buy apples.

Apple blossoms

Not  that many years back there were majestic trees in the fields. In the same area today, all are culled, cut down to make room for strawberry fields and some other plantations.

Early History of Apples in Australia. 

I pack the apples to protect them  from all sorts of hazards. The fruit fly is a big menace, it lays the eggs into the apples and makes them  inedible. Cockatoos destroy many fruit in one go.

The first apple tree was planted in Tasmania by Captain Bligh in the 1700’s. Apples were among the first fruit to be  introduced to Tasmania by the early settlers. Planted around the homesteads  were a part of a near subsistence economy. From the 1820's on surplus was exported to new English settlements throughout Australia. By 1860  there were already 120 varieties of apples produced in Tasmania. Concentrated in the urban and suburban fruit gardens of Hobart in the South and Launceston in the North. From 1860 to 1890, fruit production in Tasmania moved from the northern to the southern areas and commercial orchards were established.

Tropical apples;

 By 1883 there were 552 orchards in the Huon which gave the district a dominant position to  production and  quality of apples.  The growers of specialized commercial apples obtained  good prices in British colonial markets in the 1870's and early 1880's. A  great incentive was the beginning of successful apple shipments to England in 1876. Overseas exports in the 1880s were aided by a regular steamship service between Britain and Australia and secondly the adoption of refrigeration. The first shipments to Germany were made in 1901. With the changes to Australian trading regulations, Act of Federation in 1901,  inter-colonial duties and tariffs were removed and interstate trade increased to over one million boxes annually. Commercial plantings reached a peak in 1915 when Tasmanian orchards contained 4,420,000 apple trees. Tasmania now exports Apples to over 20 countries. 

We established a small orchard before the house was finished.

The girls sitting under a young apple tree.


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Monday...the new age kitchen..

 ..has not only pots, pans and cookbooks. It has an Ipad and a Bose loudspeaker.  The two transform the humble kitchen into a concert hall, give me instant contact with family and friends. Recipes are at my fingertips to boost my inspiration to stir the pots.

The poeta murmured into his beard: (he has no beard) “hmm...  I think you are up to date.”

Thank you my lovely, generous daughter J. for the kitchen update.  Ts

Sepia Saturday; 11/03/2016 The Kiss;

The Kiss; by Gustav Klimt, painted  between 1907 and 1908. It was the high point of his "Golden Period". He was doing well when he painted works in a similar gilded style. He embraced the constructs of the contemporary Art Nouveau style, the organic forms of the earlier Arts and Crafts movement. The work is composed of oil paint with applied layers of gold leaf, an aspect that gives it its strikingly modern, yet evocative appearance. The Kiss, a masterpiece of the early modern period. It is a symbol of Vienna Jugendstil—Viennese Art Nouveau—

Picture and some excerpts courtesy Wikipedia.

.. and more kisses..

"Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow." -Romeo and Juliet

..photo courtesy pinterest

and 

..family kisses..

Jaqueline and Marie-Louise

Monday; clean it...

Monday, a new week and my world needs from time to time a good clean inside and out.  I do not use harsh cleaning agents inside or out. Outside its mainly hand- and will power, a hoe and a rake, secateurs and a few other handy tools.

 Inside mainly the same, hands on with water, rags,  Lavender oil,  and a few other benign helpers.

we have to commit quite an amount of our time to clean up. Make our home and garden livable. Clean up, inside and outside, needs a good portion of my time, when I would rather like to do something else. I have to put myself  psychologically into a cleaning mood.

...do not forget a cup of  tea; mine a Mumbai chai.

Then I develop these spurts of energy to tackle areas which have not been touched for a while,  in the garden, cleaning it of weeds and  over growth of plants who have outlived their welcome.

In the home, bookshelves, cupboards, cleaning  and ridding them of overdue and hoarded stuff. 

Neat!

 Cleaning is not titled creative but in a strange way quite satisfactory once all is clean  and back to order until next time. 

How about you? Are you in a cleaning mood today? 

 Enjoy a nice week.

It is autumn, cooler, time to use some elbow grease.

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