Not just on battlefields

Blutroter Klatschmohn
blüht nicht nur auf Schlachtfeldern.
Er liebt das Leben.

Feast for the eyes

...

 

Summer in Seanhenge

Reading, writing, relaxing or contemplating, ...

while sitting on the terrace with a cup of coffee ...

I do often thankfully feel ...

my horizon widened.

 

Peonies and Poppies

As always
reading the news
there happened a lot today
There happened a lot today
reading the news
as always

Coincidence

Today
28 years ago
my father died.

Today
three months ago
my grandson was born.

Life.

Open

Welcome to Seanhenge.
Instead of a closed yard gate
nature at its best.

Beginning of an End

Alright, that was not precise.
The end does begin with the birth.
At least . . .

Birth

1487

May 16th, 2009

. . . and June 11th, 2013.

For Jams

This year's very first poppy in Seanhenge
I do dedicate ...

 

to my dear friend Jams.

The fields of ...

... selfhood.

Calling myself an Aesthete

Mostly, faded puppies do not look very attractive. 
Certain aesthetes amongst gardeners would, therefore,
pull them out ...... and probably not come to know ...

... that slowly rotting poppy-leaves are a delicacy for hoverflies.

Anyway, in Seanhenge the elegant bees :) are welcome.