Sunday, 5 July 2015

NECTAR

































The heat came
& with it those balmy summer fragrances
that tantalise the senses.








After meeting with a dear friend today,
a quiet walk to the rose gardens,
where for now
it's the peony crowned queen
of all that she surveys. 







Lovers kissing on a bench,
distant shrieks from the fairground nearby,











Latin rhythms floating thick across the air
from the spot where people have gathered
to sway to the sound of salsa.













Summer in the city. 




















Sunday, 28 June 2015

LUPIN & LAVENDER












Yesterday came thunder rain,
then a sea of lupins.







Today,
one out watching trains with papa,
the other swimming with daddy.






Sun resting on the shoulders,
curls of lavender-wafting incense 
rising towards the wide-flung window,
eye to the viewfinder,
freedom under the feet.







A lovely Sunday to you!

x



















Friday, 26 June 2015

FRIDAY CORNERS






































After a week of daytime telly & napping,

 finally back in the land of the living today. 



I shared the video below of the home of Rose Uniacke

over on Facebook yesterday.

Probably one of the only "house tour" videos

to give me a lump in the throat. 
















Sweet weekend y'all!

x

















Monday, 22 June 2015

SUNDAY ON A MONDAY








I seem to have caught a little summer flu,
so Sunday stretched out till Monday. 







































All images by Frederic Lucano,
with kind permission.

Right now I think I think I'll flop
like the person gracing the last image... 



Happy new week, 

x












Saturday, 20 June 2015

SOLEMN SILENCE (Wanderings around Malta, Conclusion)











“For now she need not think of anybody.
She could be herself, by herself."








"And that was what now she often felt the need of - 
to think; well not even to think. 
To be silent; to be alone."









"All the being and the doing, 
expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated;
and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, 
to being oneself, 
a wedge-shaped core of darkness, 
something invisible to others..."









"and this self 
having shed its attachments 
was free 
for the strangest adventures.”


Virginia Woolf: To the Lighthouse






















Friday, 19 June 2015

MIDSUMMER WISH






















Popping by to wish you 

a very lovely Midsummer time. 




Onnellista juhannusta kaikille! 



x









Thursday, 18 June 2015

WANDERINGS AROUND MALTA, Part III
































































Crumbling layers of limestone, blues & greys,

church bells & sermons spilling onto the streets from chapels,
joining in the chorus with birdsong,

little boys with olive skin
having a game of hide & seek in the backstreets,

cats bathing in the evening sun, 

waves gently lapping against the rocky shores.



















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