Wednesday...a little light;

“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.” 

William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

Early morning in the garden, silence, the first birds have already noisily greeted the day, now the morning sun plays and moves with patterns and lights. Ts

©Photo mygarden/ Text Ts

Thursday; garden book, doodles and thoughts...

Salvias in the butterfly garden; April 2016

© Photos Ts 

Thursday...

Who can not relate to this?

Thursday...a day to liberate the ghosts;

Ghosts are gentle creatures, they exist, if you let them. They are like a spider web poked with a stick, poked with your memories, they fall apart into soft threads, clinging, sticking, gently tucking might get them loose and float away.  Their atoms melt into the dark until they are revived by a familiar scent, a glimpse, a word, a sound…





"Ghostly" Gums"  Photo  24/05/2012  7:14 AM



Corymbia dallachiana commonly known as Ghost Gum or Dallachy's gum, is an evergreen tree that is native to Eastern Australia. It grows up to 20 meters in height and has white to cream and pink-tinged bark, often with brown scales. Bark sheds seasonally in thin scales. White flowers appear from late summer through midwinter. Fruit are woody brown, goblet shaped, capsules.

Ghost Gums occur from humid coastal regions to arid inland. The tree is indicative of infertile and shallow soils.

©Photo/Text Ts  

Thursday...a day in my garden;

It was another April day....

“In most gardens", the Tiger-lily said, "they make the beds too soft-so that the flowers are always asleep.” 
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

Do not let weeds argue about their usefulness! Ts

A garden is mainly not a paradise, it is a place of bloody hard work. It is only a Paradise for a very short time when the work is finished,  tools are cleaned,  oiled and returned to their hooks in the shed. I sitting in the most comfortable  chair and sipping an icy cold drink...nearly Paradise. Ts

I never follow fashion trends in my garden; I decide what I like and I know what my garden likes. Ts

Roses are  most perfect  at any stage; Ts

Yes, mass plantings of the same kind may look great, but just a tad boring. Ts

A garden is a personal effort, it is sensuous to the person who created it. Ts

There is a touch of wistfulness in the garden on a grey and rainy day. Ts

©Photos/ Text  mygarden Ts 

Tuesday...pink..

A pink cloud floating in a deep blue sky early in the morning, deeming the  advancing day sweet and full of expectations. Ts

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The Magic of Books...

Tides of  War  a Novel by Stella Tillyard

Page 279/280

...and I Goya do my bit for the illustrious Monarch with my oils and brush...

they demand a crown and scepter...nothing equestrian  to annoy me (Goya did not like to paint horses!).. and I would not honour the King with the loyalty of a dog...and I rushed it out in fifteen  days..eight thousand reals for me...pretent to rejoice and so do I. 

But under the palace runs a river of blood, thick and scarlet...The monster of war will stride over the land, a pitiless colossus who devours all humanity.

And I Goya? I am past seventy, deaf and have money to make.

Page 328

...as he turned the lock in the heavy old door weariness crawled over him...One group of men imposed their will upon another by force. War never finishes...it never will. It simply moves about the world like the ocean current...now one country, now another...Why?...

to declare peace, to think it is ever possible? 

All that is folly.

A great Novel, families affected by wars like it was like it is and continues ..