Speedblogging

To speak with Father Jack:
I am so ssooo sssooorry.

So sorry that I posted ten times within a few hours.

How wonderful that anyone can ignore.

Drink! Feck! Arse! Girls!

The peace of the night.

Swarm Intelligence

Does anyone detect intelligence?

Friday is Skyday

Starling in fog.

How boring!

A day's harvest.

It's never too late

After almost fourty years
this crazy bitch of cactus
decided to bloom.

So often I heard
why don't you throw it away.
What wonderful reward.

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Damson and no Selilah

Lots of damsons* this year.

Here but a few I picked yesterday

to cook them four hours

and in between bake a cake

and finally get six glasses of damson butter.

* Before anyone asks: What are damsons?

Plums they are both. Actually the plum-family is quite big. For example, the mirabelle is also a member. :)

As for the difference:

The damson is the more juicy sister of the plum. :)
Plums are almost round and bigger; and their flesh tends to be reddish;
damsons are oval, and their flesh is yellow. 

Windowverse III

But a minute later . . .

Lachrymose

When looking NORTHwards
these days I do often think
of Seamus Heaney.

Divided by Glass

Sleeper on the window

slowly waking up

knocking

taking off.

Bloody useless *

They delight my eyes:
amidst beans and tomatoes:
gracious Cosmeas.

You cannot eat them,
nor use them to kill others:
useless Cosmeas.

A Beauty

You might disagree.

Monochrome Monday (45)

Even in the dark
there is beauty to be found.
A matter of love.

My Sunny Mood Downstairs

The steps to cellar
sometimes do cause a surprise.
I make it happen.