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- Zee
- Around the world, Jura du Berne, Switzerland
- bohemian wanderer, free in the quest to follow personal and spiritual journeys without borders and fences...
blogs of changing delight:
- A thinking out loud
- Aggie's place in NZ
- AM's state of mind
- Amy VH
- Before Sunrise
- Bettina's world
- Cym the nomad
- Cynnie from P.R.
- finalhaven
- Gary, the man...
- Granny the fiddler
- Inane Detrius
- Ingrid's round table
- Jozien's wilderness
- Lindsay Lobe
- MicMob travels
- Mirvat
- Nova's photos
- Novas Cafe
- Nurishing Gourmet
- Phantsythat Susan
- Photos Vinalhaven
- Seraphine
- Veronica poetress
- Vidar Masonry
- Z, the fine person
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2008
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September
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- be patient :)
- happy birthday
- Après moi le déluge
- positive fall
- no break quite yet
- break
- 1,000,000,000 = is only one billion
- "My Friends"
- Fall - crash - autumn - frost
- an unusual wedding
- Emily Loizeau : Je suis jalouse (I am jealous!)
- 9/11 back flash
- CERN = concern
- enough
- my heart is crazy for you
- the impossibility of Republicans
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September
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10 comments:
Beautiful fruit and flowers... I wish I had those in my garden. Well, I wish I had a garden :)
You will have a garden very soon Before Sunrise!
been catching up on your ricochets, you wascally wabbit. there are coins of gold littering the ground here. it's a time of preparing for long days indoors. good warm food, good friends, good music. so is this post a song in the making?
...wascally wabbit?
That's a new one to me, Fiddler lady
Does it have some underlying secret meaning - should I look it up on Wikipedia?
Oh no, this was just a "diary entry", not a song in the making.
beautiful zee, and profound. very nice. although, i don't consider eating fruit a task so much as a pleasure.
grapes are 'in season' in northern california. i like crisp fat juicy seedless red grapes. i rinse them off and put them in a bowl, still on the stem. then i place them in the freezer for five minutes or so, until the rinse water freezes.
it's one of the things i figured by myself. it's my pleasure.
washing the dish afterwards is a task.
more to it than meets the eyes?
are we measly readers supposed to fully understand it- or is it based on something in your mind?
very myseterious. love it
PG
I walked through my garden, then I went back to the computer, which unfortunately is placed in my sculpture studio (I got to correct that issue and find an other location - otherwise the sculptures die in angst enclosed by spider-webs and never get finished).
Used Photoshop to paste two images together from my walk, then wrote a sketchy observation, a narrative hastily stitched together. Nothing of grandeur. Maybe that is the reason my writing is that vague - just an impressionistic sketch.
now I want to eat a sun-warmed pear.
(hello seraphine, fancy meeting you here :-)
nurse what?
Oh I get it, nursemyra
Sorry, I am in a folly mood tonight...
Thanks for biting into a pear though.
no secret meanings intended.... just enjoying your kaleidoscopic point of view, which triggers a childhood memory of a cartoon character named Ricochet Rabbit..... which makes me think of Bugs Bunny and his cleverness, and 24 carrot gold attitude, and Elmer Fudd's "you wascally wabbit"..... sort of an exercise in free association..... 'cuz you are a bit of a rascal, with your own 24 carrot attitude.....
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