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.

Sun – day & flower

Sunflower – there's been
such a lot bullshit written.
Just nothing to add.

Oui oui

Ce monde est un grand Bedlam, où des fous enchaînent d'autres fous. / This world is one great bedlam where maniacs  enchain other maniacs. / Diese Welt ist ein einziges großes Tollhaus, wo Irre andere Irre in Ketten legen. /
[Voltaire]