I miss you
I know, darling
and yet many a time,
it is a question between sanity and joy
indeed no man is willing to lose his sanity
over temporary joy.
What I know, what I feel
is the air starts leaving me.
I can’t deny the urge and the longing
of long wine and soft song
or hearing steps of dancing
under the deem light of moon.
But some faces start to get old
some words lose their meaning
in the cold and long moaning
of unsatisfied loathing.
I know, darling
I should’ve packed and left
The temporary joy I will get
anywhere or nowhere
but without you,
the unsatisfied loathing
will fill the air
And soon enough, I’ll wish insanity
to reign over me.
I miss you.
My Saturday Gardening
Not so many things happened. We worked for 1,5 hours, cleaned up the garden from the weeds - which slowly started taking over the garden. The tomatoes died and we couldn’t find the strawberries (what a gardener!). But the potatoes grow nicely!
Potato
Potato flower
The sunflowers start getting big, but they are way in the back, I can’t take any pictures for the moment.
A sad thing happened. One of the sparrows was found dead in the pond. We took him out and buried him. We tried to explain to the children why he died (we suspected he had been wounded, and fallen into the pond). We also explained to the children how to handle dead animals (the best thing is to have an adult around them and never ever to touch them with bare hands due to the diseases they might carry).
We said some nice words and said goodbye to him. I know it sounds freaky, but sparrows are also living beings. They deserve the same respect and kindness.
One of the children put a stone on the grave, so we know where it is. We don’t want to lose it like we lose our strawberries.
