In festive dress...2

In festive dress...

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Hoesenestotse & Aa'eEmona'e

Veselé vánoce a šťastný nový rok

Beannachtaí na Nollag

Natale hilare et annum faustum

¡Feliz Navidad y próspero año nuevo!

Selamat hari natal dan tahun baru  ;)

or just 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

to YOU !!

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(PS: thank you very much, friends, for all your supporting words last days, I really appreciate it.

I'll answer you personally by mail in the coming days)

We should of known nothing last forever.

Thanks for visiting.

Art is jokken sinks away.....



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(but sometimes it is reversible)  

Bird Tree

The street where I live was always  full of  trees.  For the birds, it was place to be : all day flying around and singing the nicest songs.
Very Important and educated People from the local town hall, dressed in hand-tailored suits appeared in my street one summer day. They looked around, they wrote something in their iPads for long time, waved with their smart-phones, sending very indispensable tweets and  their faces betrayed 'there is something very important going on'.
"From urban point of view, the trees don't fit in this street. They are too varied" said the city architect.
"Yes", nodded his head the city officer responsible for the cleaning of the streets. "Furthermore they pollute our streets with their leaves. If we chop down  all the trees we cut down also our expenses."
"Of course, it is very true what you say" replied the city hygienist . "Moreover, the birds make a lot of noise and their droppings are very unhygienic."
"Actually I wanted say the same.  And with money we save I can do much more useful things, such as buying a new car for me", quickly added the mayor of the city and ended meeting before somebody could oppose to his words.

Well, as you understand, dear reader, the decision was taken and within a week  all the trees were chopped. Many birds left the street looking for a new nesting possibilities somewhere else.
There is only one tree in our street now. A tree in front of our house, in our front yard.

All remaining  birds gather here.  And they sing the saddest songs. Because they were separated from their  fellows' birds.....

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“Every story has a happy ending. If it is not happy, then it is not over yet.”

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I planted a new apple tree .....

THE TROUBLE WITH GERANIUMS

..there’s trouble in all sorts of things...

The trouble with geraniums

is that they’re much too red!

The trouble with my toast is that

it’s far too full of bread.

The trouble with a diamond

is that it’s much too bright.

The same applies to fish and stars

and the electric light.

The troubles with the stars I see

lies in the way they fly.

The trouble with myself is all

self-centred in the eye.

The trouble with my looking-glass

is that it shows me, me;

there’s trouble in all sorts of things

where it should never be.

Poem by Mervyn Peake, illustration by art-is-jokken

If you have trouble with reading, look  here 

But ... if you have really troubles with geraniums , look here

And if you like Mervyn's nonsense , look here 

Enjoy it!

FYI: Louise.....(and some figs matters)

Lately I have got some questions about Louise. Some of you maybe know that Louise joined her new friends some weeks ago….

Well, I'll tell you - tête-à-tête - how Louise is doing now.

At the end of summer  Louise got sad eyes. She continuously "talked" to our horses, to the birds flying around, she talked to my wife and to me, she tried to talk to the moon, sun and wind……but nobody could understand her. One day we noticed she was looking at one direction and bleating. A few hundred meters away from her - in the distance - was a large flock of sheep!!
Can You Imagine! A large flock of sheep!! One plus one is …right.

First at all, we had to catch our lady. Not so easy. And then bring her to new friends.

Just a few seconds before releasing.....her nose and her eyes do not lie : YES, I SEE THEM!!!

The flock had noticed Louise....

An interview with the BIG BOSS....

An approval of the upper lady...

...and READY. Accepted. There are no objections. Last look at direction where we were standing, saying something like:

"do not worry, guys, it is OK" and "take care" and "keep in touch".... and she was gone.

One little happy sheep somewhere in the middle of  72 sheep flock...

HAPPY END.

Luckily we can see Louise daily, if she wants, of course. 

But .. I am afraid that we have got bigger "emotional damage" than she has got ;) 

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Maybe you remember a fig monster eating my figs last summer.  Looking back, I have to admit, it was not so bad as I thought. It is, however, crazy that still today, I picked some figs from our tree!!! 

Probably the very last ones this year. The quality (and the size) is not "triple A" but is just fine and eatable. I made a fig cake , as you can see on the picture. But it is going really crazy: in december, in the Netherlands, picking figs !!! 

There are no leaves left, I found only few dead under the tree. 

I dried one and I tried to capture its beautifully twisted form ....

Oh, yes,  the cake was very good :) 

Brigade

“Rational free spirits are the light brigade who go on ahead and reconnoiter the ground 

which the heavy brigade of the orthodox will eventually occupy.”

(Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, German scientist 1742 - 1799)