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A quick one
The modem is only occasionally working. And today I cocooned in my room playing Warcraft and Stardew valley. So here it is. And oops! The modem is down again.
Euphorbia lathyris
While working in the garden today i saw these plants for the first time ever. The Euphorbia lathyris, in Dutch the wolfsmelk, a poisonous plant. Looks lovely.
All parts of the plant, including the seeds and roots are poisonous. Handling may cause skin irritation as the plant produces latex. While poisonous to humans and most livestock, goats sometimes eat it and are immune to the toxin. However, the toxin can be passed through the goat’s milk.
May
A rose is a rose is a rose
The garden from afar
Sunday 10 May 2020
This morning i got out of bed around ten. I made breakfast. Almond pancakes with bacon, butter, strawberries and a bit of coconut blossom sugar. Around twelf i went back upstairs. Played a bit of warcraft. Yesterday i got my mount! And i turned fifty! Yay!
Around three i went downstairs to take a shower. I washed my hair. I washed myself. Feels good.
I made some dinner: greens with a tomato, cucumber and two sausages. The sausages i bought at the market yesterday. It was open again. Different, yes. But still, it felt good. And tomorrow the library is open once again. I love that!
This evening i watched Homeland together with Ted and Assie. Then i went up to write this post.
Nothing special. Sure. A slow leave it be Sunday. No walks. No work.
And i really enjoy it.
Salute!
Your Song
Yesterday while we were closing down the garden someone said the words It’s a little bit funny and i immediately started singing this song. I didn’t know the full lyrics, but someone else knew the next line. So we sang. Together.
On my way home i sang this song. Especially beautiful in the tunnel underneath the train rails.
Today i looked up the lyrics and sang along with some youtube clips. And i recorded it. Lovely song. I hope one day i will have learned it by heart.
This one is for you. 🙂
Your Song
It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money, but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show
I know it’s not much, but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song, and this one’s for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well, a few of the verses, well, they’ve got me quite cross
But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song
It’s for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple, but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world
Welcome to the world
A walk, something to eat and a good talk
A bike with flowers on our way to the forest
The clematis growing on the street leading towards the Kralingse Bos.
The nest of a little bird whose name i forgot of course.
Decaying trees
The sun!
Edible plants Nitai had picked. I have put them in a booklet in my bag. For me to find in years to come. 🙂
A spider's web
A moorhen with two young ones