Lilies in my Garden

Someone is masquerading as a Lily in the last picture.

The Empty Family

I turned and moved fast, focusing swiftly on a wave I had selected for no reason. There was whiteness and greyness in it and a sort of blue and green... It had an elemental hold; it was something coming towards us as though to save us but it did nothing. Instead, it withdrew in a shrugging irony, as if to suggest that this is what the world is, and our time in it, all lifted possibility, all complexity and rushing fervour, to end in nothing on a small strand, and go back out to rejoin the empty family from whom we had set out alone with such a burst of brave, unknowing energy.

~ extract from one of the most beautiful and haunting short stories I have ever read -  

The Empty Family by Colm Toibin.

Naan

Crisp, flaky and utterly delicious - Naan from Albert Bakery.
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Force of Nature

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.

With sadness there is something to rub against,

a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.

When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,

something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.

It doesn’t need you to hold it down.

It doesn’t need anything.

Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,

and disappears when it wants to.

You are happy either way.

~excerpt from So Much Happiness by Naomi Shihab Nye

Strangely Beautiful

Skinned cat - the remnants of Cindy

Her reincarnation as a Trumpet flower

Yes, I was just kidding about the first picture. Those are the seeds of a Baobab plant according to my gardener. He's planted them just now, so let's see what happens. 


But you have to admit, it does look like the remnants of a Cat.

Growth

They flower once and die.

Colour

By nature

By man

I love them both.

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Black and White

Playing = paper+ charcoal

Don't even think of trying to be neat.

Sophisticated Smoothie = Banana+ Guava+ yoghurt+ milk+ oats+ water

Don't even think of adding sugar.

My Crow

A crow flew into the tree outside my window.

It was not Ted Hughe’s crow, or Galway’s crow.

Or Frost’s, Pasternak’s, or Lorca’s crow.

Or one of Homer’s crows, stuffed with gore,

after the battle. This was just a crow.

That never fit in anywhere in its life,

or did anything worth mentioning.

It sat there on the branch for a few minutes.

Then picked up and flew beautifully

out of my life.

~Raymond Carver

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Line

There are so many lines, millons of lines, but only one of them is deadly and that is the straight line drawn with a ruler. The danger of the straight line cannot be compared with the danger of organic lines described by snakes, for instance. The straight line is completely alien to mankind, to life, to all of creation.

~ Friedensreich Hundertwasser