Perfection on a Tuesday

There’s not much left to say when one comes face to face with perfection. This morning, in warmest, most delicate April sunlight, the alchemilla leaves in my garden displayed their morning dew harvest in such an exquisite way that it left me speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. For a bit. You, lovely reader, you know

Autumn in April

Let’s start the new week on a positive note. Another fence post world. I’ve posted a few and this one, a little surprise on my daily walk. It’s April, isn’t it? Perhaps this tiny universe has a calendar of its own. Looks perfectly autumnal to me. I like autumn. It’s nice to see this beautiful

Earth, in a way, I guess

A something for Rebecca Cuningham’s Earth Day Challenge (you can find out more about it here: https://fakeflamenco.com/2024/04/16/april-earth-day-poetry-challenge-2024/). It’s supposed to be poetry. I’m not sure it is, hence it ended up here. Just a musing. Here goes: The daisies are back. Joyful little creatures – I can never bring myself to chain them. It seems

Retirement

I’m self-employed. As many small scale self-employed people will tell you: retirement, not necessarily a concept that computes. I don’t think I’ll ever get to a stage where I can retire. Comfortably. Or, at least, reasonably comfortable. Not going to happen. So when it came to a project called ‘Retirement’, my humble 54-year old self

Just a word

Glückspilz. One of my favourite German words. Literally: luck + mushroom. Lucky mushroom? Mushroom of luck? In any Glückspilz representation, there’s always the image of a fly agaric mushroom. Famous, enchanting and, please, don’t forget: highly toxic for humans. Whoever eats one of those, will not be so lucky after all. Still, it’s all about

Just a thought

Resilience isn’t the same as thriving. Still, I’m forever hopeful and perhaps both is possible at the very same time. I have recently come across a little something on my path through life. Here goes, just an image: I’m in awe at what that tiny plant does. In a gap between paving slabs. At the

On gnomes and dragons

A little something from dad’s garden. When it comes to ornaments, this place has seen it all. There’s the usual mix of assorted garden gnomes. Compulsory, really. Same goes for the bird boxes. There’s a wooden snake curling around the plum tree, quite attractive with its red and white hoops. Not sure why dad made

Feet

I’ve been looking through the photographs I took during our time in Germany for about an hour now. A minute ago, I stopped at this one, taken on the drive back. This is what you’re looking at: My son’s feet. You may be wondering why on earth I am showing you a picture of my

Broken, or: Not

We’re back in Scotland and to start the week, here’s a little observation I would like to share. Just a thought. I am revising my opinion on when to class a thing as broken. Or not. Here’s what happened. A couple of days ago, I sat at a table on the passenger deck of the

Here and There

We’re in transit, from here to there, and this, a state I quite enjoy: Not yet arriving. No longer in my old family home and a long way away from my current home. There’s distance, countries, a nice selection of languages in between. Bliss! Yesterday afternoon, we arrived in Dover in a strange kind of