Friday, 23 March 2012

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, 22 March 2012

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, 21 March 2012

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
She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish, with her would not
In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white
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

Monday, 19 March 2012

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.