12 of 12 of May
Here we go again ...
beautiful morning with beautiful roses
no morning without tea, and a reminder of where I live ...
some after breakfast playtime
I seem to need to have like five projects going on at once, well, so far I am first only pulling down the first layer of wallpaper in the yellow bathroom. I will worry about the other two layer later, when I am done with some of my other projects.
day needs more tea! And day needs more hours, I wish I would have time to play that game already ...
my favourite view from underneath the apple tree
some yard work
and some results. Am I happy that my mom likes to do yard work, she did the gross of it while she was here, what took her two weeks would have taken me four month or more
Ok, for some reason, this popped into my head when I saw this photo just now:
A poison tree by William Blake
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
one peony
one dying aloe, which kind of looks like as if some kraken tentacles are coming out of the ground
some blinking lights for the night
beautiful morning with beautiful roses
no morning without tea, and a reminder of where I live ...
some after breakfast playtime
I seem to need to have like five projects going on at once, well, so far I am first only pulling down the first layer of wallpaper in the yellow bathroom. I will worry about the other two layer later, when I am done with some of my other projects.
day needs more tea! And day needs more hours, I wish I would have time to play that game already ...
my favourite view from underneath the apple tree
some yard work
and some results. Am I happy that my mom likes to do yard work, she did the gross of it while she was here, what took her two weeks would have taken me four month or more
Ok, for some reason, this popped into my head when I saw this photo just now:
A poison tree by William Blake
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
one peony
one dying aloe, which kind of looks like as if some kraken tentacles are coming out of the ground
some blinking lights for the night