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Tuesday, 17 September 2013

Tuesday; the little prince;



Rose, you are the most beautiful. You are not  empty, as the little Prince said, your scent is alluring, warm and lingering, always more then you  want to give.  You welcome sunshine and rain  on your dark red silk,  raindrops like tears attracting all the smiles you can get. Are you boasting or complaining, no I think the little Prince is sometimes a little superficial in his judgement, because he thinks he owns you. No one owns You,  You  are so quiet, your beauty taken as it  fades.

©Photo/Changed Text/ Ts Titania Everyday


Photo/Rose my garden.


The Little Prince
Book by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The Little Prince, first published in 1943, is a novella and the most famous work of the French aristocrat, writer, poet and pioneering aviator Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. 






Monday, 16 September 2013

Monday, bookshelf;





The Bookman's Tale, a book to keep, to read again.




The Bookman's Tale: A Novel of Obsession: Charlie Lovett ...


Guaranteed to capture the hearts of everyone who truly loves books, The Bookman’s Tale is a former bookseller’s sparkling novel and a delightful exploration of one of literature’s most tantalising mysteries. 


I enjoyed  to read this book.

Sunday, 15 September 2013

Sunday; trust;




If the people cannot trust their government to do the job for which it exists - to protect them and to promote their common welfare - all else is lost.
Barack Obama
Very true, Mister Obama, is this a satire, or are you the best actor in the white house? Ts


The only white man you can trust is a dead white man.
Robert Mugabe
Bad, Mister Robert Mugabe, you must talk from experience, but then you are a black man and your history tells, you can't be trusted either.  That makes two! Ts


I trust no one, not even myself.
Joseph Stalin
Bad, Mister Joseph Stalin, glad you have expired, you were one of the worst not to be trusted.
Unfortunately, I must say, there are still plenty of people like you around, as bad as you were, but with time they will expire too and will be history like you. Not remembered with gratitude but with disgust. Ts 


Seize the day, and put the least possible trust in tomorrow.
Horace
Horace, you were the leading Roman lyric poet during Augustu’s time.  You were born 65 BC
an awful long time ago. You know the world has changed a lot but not the people, they are still the same.
So,  I accept, carpe diem and do not trust tomorrow, you knew exactly why you said it. Ts



We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
Lord Byron
Lord Byron,  you were a romantic, a fine poet. You  travelled to fight against the Ottoman Empire in the Greek War of Independence, for which Greeks revere you as a national hero. You died young at age 36.
You were the  most flamboyant and notorious of the major Romantics,  actually 
you were selfish and a spoilt brat, no more to say. Ts


©Photo/Text/ Ts/Titania Everyday

Saturday, 14 September 2013

Sepia Saturday 194, flags;



The Australian Aboriginal Flag is a flag that represents Indigenous Australians. 
It is one of the official "Flags of Australia", and holds special legal and political status, but it is not the "Australian National Flag". It was designed in 1971 by Aboriginal artist Harold Thomas, who is descended from the Luritja people of Central Australia and holds intellectual property rights in the flag's design. The flag was originally designed for the land rights movement, and it became a symbol of the Aboriginal people of Australia.

The symbolic meaning of the flag colours
Black: Represents the Aboriginal people of Australia
Red: Represents the red earth, the red ochre and a spiritual relation to the land
Yellow: Represents the Sun, the giver of life and protector


The flag was first flown on National Aborigines' Day in Victoria Square in Adelaide on 12 July .


The decision in 1995 by Labor Prime Minister Paul Keating that the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander flags should be given the status of national flags was opposed by the Liberal Opposition at the time, Opposition Leader John Howard stating that "any attempt to give the flags official status under the Flags Act would rightly be seen by many in the community not as an act of reconciliation but as a divisive gesture".

Nonetheless, since Howard became Prime Minister in 1996 and under subsequent Labor governments, these flags have remained national flags.
The National Indigenous Advisory Committee campaigned for the Aboriginal flag to be flown at Stadium Australia during the 2000 Summer Olympics.
 SOCOG announced that the Aboriginal flag would be flown at Olympic venues. The flag was flown over the Sydney Harbour Bridge during the march for reconciliation of 2000, and many other events.
On the 30th anniversary of the flag in 2001, thousands of people were involved in a ceremony where the flag was carried from the Parliament of South Australia to Victoria Square. 
Since 8 July 2002, after recommendations of the Council's Reconciliation Committee, the Aboriginal Flag has been permanently flown in Victoria Square and the front of the Town Hall.

 I would like to see this flag flying for all Australians.


www.sepiasaturday.blogspot.com





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Friday, 6 September 2013

Friday; this is spring;



Dendrobium Orchid




Wisteria






Heartsease (Viola tricolor) springs up everywhere from seed.



© Photos Ts My Garden.

Tuesday, 3 September 2013

Tuesday; found;



Walking down to the mailbox I found this tiny odd coloured Nasturtium bloom,  smaller than the usual flowers of the Nasturtium plant. Intriguingly it was flowering and growing  lonesome in  a tangle of  rough
grass.  A small freak of nature's bounty, quite cute its tiny different coloured petals.


©Photo/Text Ts

Sunday, 1 September 2013

Sunday; beautiful weeds;


Do not tell me this is not absolutely beautiful!





A weed is a plant a flower... seed


In my wild garden Ageratum makes a blue carpet, food for many insects.


I can not say they are unloved.

I do not mind weeding; on the knees one gets very close to the soil. It feels a bit like being part of it.
A tiny bug with big feelers scuttles quickly out of the way, I hear myself talking to it;  I wonder what Sigmund Freud's psychoanalysis would be...seriously!


©Photos my garden/Text Ts