An Episode

For several days I am cudgeling my brains, but just can't remember whether I read or heard the following somewhere; neither if it it was in English or another language and I just translated the following. 
The person who coined this will forgive me. 
In case s/he is dead, her / his heirs might sue me.

It would be a nice story.

Anyway, here is the thought.

Life is the episode between not existing and not existing

Laughing Lhursday

Pink October

One row,
and the digging
will have found its end.

Life's Little Ironies*

Today, not for the first time, someone said to me:

I do admire you for what you are doing,
the more as you are but her son-in-law.


The 'but' let me smile.

She did probably take it for humility.


*With thanks to Thomas Hardy

Monochrome Monday (46)

Both they do help us –
one to live and one to die.
There are some mistakes.

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.