Quiet evenings bring back memories – a story with wild flowers

After a heat wave, and some stormy days, we are finally blessed with beautiful days, amazing evenings, perfect weather to start my daily walks again.

Mother Nature is fully revived, a gorgeous view at every corner. The fields are fully bloomed, and so my little “friends” I will talk to you about.

Ox-eye daisies - Leucanthemum vulgare

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When the old adventures become new memories

It is the time to wrap up another year.

Time to celebrate the holidays with family and friends, time to offer presents, time.

Time to give or forgive. It is the time of the year when the old adventures become new memories, and all past feelings and special moments become the ground for a new start. Time to think of all the lessons learnt in the past year, time to make plans for the new one.

My gift to you my friends is a collage of photos that brought me joy during the year, peace and happiness. Hope you will enjoy!

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WORDS

Thanks to Bojana and her love for poetry I decided to contribute myself to the National Poetry Month (which is celebrated in April in North America). As I am not a poet, I will only say few Words:

Soft words sing a lullaby

On a clear evening when there is no cry

Lonely mother who is about

Ready to fight back the wicked and cast out.

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Don’t miss them..

I was having this collage of sunsets on my desktop for awhile, and holding them close to me every day. For me, these are not only places, these are dear memories as well. But the inspiration came one day through Alison (and one of her beautiful sunset photos), and suddenly I thought to share my little collection with you. Dear reader, I hope you will also enjoy!

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Words

No matter what you would like to say, you need to use your words. Good words or bad words, simple or complicated, you use your words at your best convenience. You use words when you speak, you use words when you cry, you use them when you laugh, or pray. We cannot hear your words when you think, but you can hear them yourself for your own sake.

The words can be mean, the words can be nice, they can bring sorrow but they can bring joy. We can control the words, but they can control us too; they can be quiet, but they can be loud too. They can be silent, but noisy in your head; they can cause frustration, vexation, or resentments. But they can bring comfort, pleasure, or happiness. Continue reading