Showers followed by sunshine... such is April. The sun is always welcome,though, even if you're a wood anemone.
Friday, 17 April 2009
I'll follow the sun
Showers followed by sunshine... such is April. The sun is always welcome,though, even if you're a wood anemone.
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Three Word Thursday #10
A few nights after the potion incident, on the night of the full moon, Timmy had a most peculiar dream.
He saw a lush verdant meadow speckled with all kinds of colourful flowers. He had never seen a meadow so beautiful before. Then, a movement on the far side: translucent silhouettes, almost like feathers wafting on a breeze, caught his attention. As the specious silhouettes approached, they took on a form of three beautiful maids in iridescent robes, all looking alike but each wearing a distinctive garland of flowers in her hair: daisies, buttercups, and violets. As they approached, Timmy could hear them singing, and what he heard was no short of isangelous. Suddenly the song ceased and the maids seated themselves in the shade of what would look like the back side of the old barn, the one where he had spilt the potion, were this one not brand new and painted in a delightful shade of chartreuse.
"Sisters," said Daisy who appeared the senior. "We need to pay attention. Our secrets are leaking. Some of our ancient knowledge appears to have ended up with humans again."
"But... our elders already shared the knowledge with some humans..." said Violet.
"True. We tried to live in comity with the human race but it never amounted to any good. Their interests were always so, so... sublunary. They just don't understand... " She paused a moment before continuing: "Some humans were different, though. And among those our elders selected the Keepers who were then trusted with the parchments. And they were to pass them on only to those who deserved to be trusted. Most of the parchments got lost over time... after all, humans' lives are so much shorter than ours, and the few remaining ones are well cared for. Still, it happens once in a while that something unexpected emerges, just the way it happened with the boy."
"Is he still in possession of the parchments?" asked Buttercup.
"So it seems. He stored them at the bottom of his cupboard after the incident and I think they are safe at the moment. I think he won't touch them for a while. In any case, he had better leave them alone for the time being. But this was a close one. He almost got it right. All he needed to do to make the potion work was adding a few drops of his own sweat. It would have a different effect from what he expected, though. Yes, we have to keep an eye on him lest he tries something else."
"He is such a perspicacious boy," Violet intervened, "Is it possible that he is one of the chosen?"
"Could well be. We shall see very soon. As we speak, I'm projecting the images of our meeting into his dream. If he wakes up and remembers, there's a good chance he is the One. Then it all depends on how he reacts to the revelation. We shall meet again on the night of the next full moon to reflect on the progress and discuss some other important issues. Now, sisters, it's time to..."
"... wake up, will you! Timmy!!! What's the matter with you? Get up and get ready for school! Cm'on, Timmy, don't play with me like this! Timmy?"
It took Timmy a while to realise this was no longer a dream and his mother was bending over him, agitated. He opened his eyes, gave mother a hug and said, "It's ok, mum, I'm fine. Just had a weird dream. Will be ready in a few minutes..." And, as usual, he hopped to the bathroom, humming.
He saw a lush verdant meadow speckled with all kinds of colourful flowers. He had never seen a meadow so beautiful before. Then, a movement on the far side: translucent silhouettes, almost like feathers wafting on a breeze, caught his attention. As the specious silhouettes approached, they took on a form of three beautiful maids in iridescent robes, all looking alike but each wearing a distinctive garland of flowers in her hair: daisies, buttercups, and violets. As they approached, Timmy could hear them singing, and what he heard was no short of isangelous. Suddenly the song ceased and the maids seated themselves in the shade of what would look like the back side of the old barn, the one where he had spilt the potion, were this one not brand new and painted in a delightful shade of chartreuse.
"Sisters," said Daisy who appeared the senior. "We need to pay attention. Our secrets are leaking. Some of our ancient knowledge appears to have ended up with humans again."
"But... our elders already shared the knowledge with some humans..." said Violet.
"True. We tried to live in comity with the human race but it never amounted to any good. Their interests were always so, so... sublunary. They just don't understand... " She paused a moment before continuing: "Some humans were different, though. And among those our elders selected the Keepers who were then trusted with the parchments. And they were to pass them on only to those who deserved to be trusted. Most of the parchments got lost over time... after all, humans' lives are so much shorter than ours, and the few remaining ones are well cared for. Still, it happens once in a while that something unexpected emerges, just the way it happened with the boy."
"Is he still in possession of the parchments?" asked Buttercup.
"So it seems. He stored them at the bottom of his cupboard after the incident and I think they are safe at the moment. I think he won't touch them for a while. In any case, he had better leave them alone for the time being. But this was a close one. He almost got it right. All he needed to do to make the potion work was adding a few drops of his own sweat. It would have a different effect from what he expected, though. Yes, we have to keep an eye on him lest he tries something else."
"He is such a perspicacious boy," Violet intervened, "Is it possible that he is one of the chosen?"
"Could well be. We shall see very soon. As we speak, I'm projecting the images of our meeting into his dream. If he wakes up and remembers, there's a good chance he is the One. Then it all depends on how he reacts to the revelation. We shall meet again on the night of the next full moon to reflect on the progress and discuss some other important issues. Now, sisters, it's time to..."
"... wake up, will you! Timmy!!! What's the matter with you? Get up and get ready for school! Cm'on, Timmy, don't play with me like this! Timmy?"
It took Timmy a while to realise this was no longer a dream and his mother was bending over him, agitated. He opened his eyes, gave mother a hug and said, "It's ok, mum, I'm fine. Just had a weird dream. Will be ready in a few minutes..." And, as usual, he hopped to the bathroom, humming.
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Just rambling
Sometimes it happens that I take a photo without knowing why. When I download it, I don't like it and perhaps even contemplate deleting it. Then, if it passes the deleting stage, I try a different approach, like cropping in various ways and frames. Occasionally, that improves the pic in my eyes.
The photo above is one such case. I'm not sure exactly why I took it. The initial frame was vertical but it didn't work so I almost deleted the whole picture. Then, for some reason, I tried to crop it as you can see and still wasn't exactly thrilled about it. The blossoming branches are a bit of a mess and I wasn't sure about the window in soft focus. But the more I looked at the pic, the more it appealed to me although I can't say why. So I decided to share it although I still don't know why...
Monday, 13 April 2009
Busy bee
Only a good week ago the growth was way behind schedule but a week of incredibly sunny and warm weather pushed things forward with an amazing speed. Plum blossoms came and went in just a few days, the forests are turning green almost by the hour, and the bees are busy collecting nectar and pollinating cherry blossoms...
Sunday, 12 April 2009
Big wheel keep on turning...
Deep in the forest is a small stream. And on that stream people have put up and maintained miniature turbines for a number of years. They are merely toys but some are work of art.
old watermill
a butterfly alights
on a mossy turbine
Saturday, 11 April 2009
Friday, 10 April 2009
Verdant
Only a few days ago these trees were completely bare. But a few sunny and extraordinarily warm April days can do wonders. Alas, the plum blossoms are already losing their petals, and less than a week ago there was not a bud to be seen. Just can't have it all...
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