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Sunday 28 December 2014

Happy New Year 2015;

...say good bye to the old 2014..



Sunrise, January 2014



In a few days….a new year makes its great entrance; it comes with hope and gilded dreams. Whispering about its seasons that come and go; It smiles and  means to be a happy Year for all. Ts




January/figs are ripe



February/Tillandsia flowering;




March/Escargot found in the butterfly garden;




April/Rain, Plectranthus and Roses







May/ blue sky



June/ rain and fungi





July/ a cold winter, the beautiful Elina is flowering







August/Dendrobium Orchids make an appearance.



September/spring has arrived, Louisiana Iris;




October/ Gladioli and new daylilies in the bulb garden







November/ Miss Bella,a  phyton, has emerged from hibernation; in all the years she has lived in the garden, she has grown considerably, she is not poisonous, has become quite friendly, she knows, she is welcome.






December/Bromeliads as nature intended them to grow, big and bold collecting water and nutrients,



©Ts Photos and text/ Titania-Everyday.






Tuesday 28 October 2014

Library cat;



Water colour “Library Cat” by Craig Roffler

Books I liked;



 Book of Fires by Jane Borodale

1752 Agnes Trussel, 17, has run away from her rural  home, burdened by two guilty secrets. she arrives in London, shocked by its squalor and poverty. She finds work  as an assistant to a fire work maker. She learns to make rockets, stars and other fiery fireworks; She meets a young seller of gunpowder and hatches a plan to get hr out of her predicament...and so the story goes, well written and interesting plot.




The Glass Painter's Daughter by Rachel Hore.

In a tiny stained-glass shop hidden in the backstreets of Westminster lies the cracked, sparkling image of an angel. The owners of Minster Glass have also been broken: Fran Morrison's mother died when she was a baby; a painful event never mentioned by her difficult, secretive father Edward. Fran left home to pursue a career in foreign cities, as a classical musician.

In heaven an angel is nobody in particular.
George Bernard Shaw, Maxims for Revolutionists.

Interesting, well written and a happy ending.




China Rose; Old Blush flowering in my garden.


Enjoy

Monday 27 October 2014

Ode to a tree...



 you see a tree,
 its awesomeness takes your breath away;
you may feel,
the most beautiful in the world is a tree in full flower,
 holding on to its place with an intrinsic stubbornness, displaying innocence and fragrance
 in an abundance of beauty 
 colour, layer upon layer,
 humming and trembling with life.








Grevillia robusta/ Silky Oak;

25 years ago this tree was a tiny seedling I gave to my neighbour. He planted it in his garden. 
In the past 25 years t the garden has changed hands many times, Yet, the tree is still here, has matured and  become part of this  garden. 


©Photo/text Ts.

Saturday 18 October 2014

A dream...



Last night I had a funny dream, a bit nightmarish. I gave a dinner party.  The seating arrangements were different, all the guests were sitting in groups of four around small tables  I was sitting with a friend, had an animated conversation, so he did not have a face I knew. He looked a bit like Rhett Butler from Gone with the Wind.
 The two other people, a gentleman and a lady I didn't know either. It turned out it was the Italian Ambassador and his wife. The gods know, I do not know any Italian Ambassadors nor their spouses. Anyway, I thought they were Spanish as the lady wore a Mantua and a Mantilla, I was wondering if I had forgotten that  it was a fancy dress party. Anyway, we were sitting and eating, talking, my friend “Rhett Butler” and I a little flirting, a sip of wine, suddenly my eyes swept over the other tables,  over to the Ambassador and his good wife, no one but "Rhett Butler" and I  had any wineglasses. Flustered I  said excuse me, got up from the table and wanted to go and get some wineglasses from the cupboard. The cabinet  was staring at me with empty shelves, all the glasses were gone. Frantically I tried  to remember where I  put them.  I ran around in the house and could not find the wineglasses, not one set. I looked in all the cupboards…nothing…then I woke up.
 The Moral of this story do not clean and rearrange your  cupboards before you go to sleep.


©Photo/text Ts


Wednesday 15 October 2014

Tuesday...when a bell rings...


Brugmansia/ Angel's Trumpet;


Did you hear a bell ring today? It means an Angel just got his or her wings...


©Photo my garden Ts.

Monday 13 October 2014

Wondrous;










Sunrise;





I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. ~Michelangelo




©Photo Ts

Sunday 12 October 2014

When...If...


Rose Perle D'or flowering in the garden.


Unless you can love, as the angels may'
With the breath of heavens betwixt you....
Oh, never call it loving!

Elisabeth Barrett Browning; A Woman's Shortcomings

Photo Ts