Omnium

Friday, June 27, 2014

Getting ready for the mice hunt.

Actually, we did not plant marigold.

The marigold was but some weeks quicker.

By now the potatoes start booming.

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Eyes taking a rest.
Looking out of the window
I felt being watched.

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


Phacelia; scorpion weed. We call this flower Bienenfreund. There is a little mound in Seanhenge, each days visited by hundreds of bees and bumble-bees. There is a humming and buzzing . . . Listening to it is at least as beauteous as is a poem by Shakespeare, as is a Beethoven sympony.

. . . – moment of . . .