Goes without words

Felix Mendelssohn Bartholdy

Sicily in Seanhenge

More tomatoes.

Friday is Skyday

Breathing in the view,
knowing I am privileged.
War is somewhere else.

Laughing Lhursday*

There will be a girl
wearing the same babygro
once her mother wore.
 

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

No GM Food

Tiny barbecue at No. 10.

Siesta

. . . like a stone.

On the Road

By leaving the village.

Great Performances [3]

Enjoy Mendelssohn's Songs without Words. performed by Rena Kyriakou. 

Germany US Zone

Quod erat demonstrandum.

Friday is Skyday

18:16

20:22

Hay (not only) for the Horses

"I'm sixty-eight", he said,
"I first bucked hay when I was seventeen.
I thought, that day I started,
I sure would hate to do this all my life.
And dammit, that’s just what
I've gone and done."

From "Hay for the Horses" by Gary Snyder.

Seeds from Sicily

Several sorts of tomatoes are growing

here and there in Seanhenge.

All seeds taken from tomatoes

that in 2013 grew in Sicily.

Two Dahlias

... some shades of green and a fly.