The sun was out and the underbrush was wet for our walk this morning. Long Time No Blog! May 23, 2009.

About the joy of playing in a Norwegian garden. Monday, 10 August 2009. I wish the summer could last. The days are still mild and sunny, the garden is filled with colours. The nights are darker, much darker though. I wish summer could last for ever! Links to this post. Saturday, 1 August 2009. Because of al my travels the past months, the garden has been quite neglected. Still it showers me with roses and happy dances. Woke up to snow! .

Snips of this and that about gardening and daily living in the country. Monday, August 15, 2011. Window boxes and containers have filled out and are looking bright and colorful. Mr Lincoln Rose had a late start,.

This blog shows little patches of Brazil. Photos of old houses, country flowers, mountains, and places to go. Tuesday, September 20, 2011. Monday, May 23, 2011. This umbrella was against a white wall, each corner having different textures. So colorful, neatly folded, showing some rusty spots. I miss posting here my findings, and the friends I met through blogging, they both add depth and texture to our everyday lives. Sunday, April 25, 2010.

Friday, January 20, 2012. I have a new artful friend Sandra Pineault. We met on Jekyl Island one afternoon just before Christmas while listening to a bagpiper. Anyway her art is amazing. ANCIENT MEMORY collaged handcrafted paper by Sandra J. Pineault artist The concept of the space between is one that can help us move from.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010. When you feel as an old dusty stage decor. Taht shows you there is a spring. That there are bright colours in the dusty greys. that light pours from within the cracks. That history has seen worst.

A Festive Time of Year. Derb Dabachi in the early evening. For our other blog with lots more pictures go here. A typical scene at the bus stop near Djemma el Fna.

Wednesday, March 28, 2018. I sit by the sea. Dreaming dreams of you and me. The waves pull me into another world. They wash away all stress. My head falls back against the chair. And truly I step into another place in time. For each time I find a chair by the sea. And soon my cares wash away. When I first picked up my big girl camera. Someone asked what I intended to take pictures of? My response was Adirondack chairs by water.

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