Stories |
Hushang Golschiri (16 March 1938 – 5 June 2000)
Una fotografia de sa lluna |
Oh, oh, oh, the way she's standing there! I can already sense it. She will turn round, the corners of her mouth dropped as a sign of extreme annoyance, and after a meaningful pause she will hiss: ‘How nice you're already here. My darling, you obviously don't know that other mothers have handsome sons too.’
Oh, may she stand there with indignation until another mum's handsome son falls for her.
Some mums have pretty daughters too.
And thus, if she hasn't died, she's still waiting.
Chimney. |
High security!!! |
Fern, polygonatum, poppy. |
It looks chaotic but after may turnips we shall enjoy to harvest tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, peppers, cauliflower, onions,cucumbers, courgettes, beans, different salads etc., plus lots of herbs. |
Always a fine view when looking up, whilst reading, writing or just enjoying a mug of coffee. |
My rowan, a birthday present many moons ago. |
Roses and elder. |
Sometimes it's nice to enjoy shadow. |
Poppies. |
Merrygold, horseradish and phacelia. |
Ah yes, that looks pretty chaotic. But I still smile when thinking of the words that have been hanging in front of me for many years: "Chaos on your desk? Then you're a happy man."
On a hot Friday afternoon with a cup of coffee and a good book sitting in the shade of apple and plum tree I felt I am privileged. |
Still life without Beers & Books. |