Wednesday, 30 July 2014

summer treasures





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  1. Prospero30 July 2014 at 22:26

    Are you trying to root Nerium oleander?

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    1. Roxana4 August 2014 at 20:05

      yes. we did, my mom and i, actually :-) there was a deep red variety in Ravenna, while here we only have white and pink. we failed, though :-(

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  2. erin31 July 2014 at 05:27

    i consider: a box rescued, a cup, a glass, a slip of a plant, another plant, shells, reflections, ideas, memories. it feels like running fingers through sand and catching pebbles.

    xo
    erin

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    1. Roxana4 August 2014 at 20:06

      yes. and that was only last summer, already impossible to re-live it, in memory, without inventing it - what about the whole of one's life?

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    2. erin12 August 2014 at 14:42

      the whole of one's life? impossible. gone even as it arrives. (and how difficult this is!)

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  3. crederae1 August 2014 at 04:05

    I am not certain if you received the last comment. hmm let me see what did I say haha yes beautiful from the sea of life and the sea of the imagination. how could we appreciate the beauty of life without our imagination.how could we speak with the angels and scatter our dreams with stardust without our imagination.
    enjoy the summer days.
    sending you summer kisses.

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    1. Roxana4 August 2014 at 20:08

      i haven't received any comment, i mean, other than this one, dear Madeleine, thank you for coming back and writing again... we would be nothing at all without a free imagination, wouldn't we?

      sending you august kisses back :-)

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  4. Cristina2 August 2014 at 23:12

    they are treasures, indeed. and they last for years, ages, centuries maybe. it is as if time is still when looking/touching these summer treasures.

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    1. Roxana4 August 2014 at 20:09

      i don't know if they last for centuries, maybe that is too bold to assume :-) though as printed photos, not in a digital format, they might, i imagine...

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  5. Miriam18 August 2014 at 19:01

    da,si de data asta ai adunat totul in acea cutiuta, care poate fi cea a scoicilor cu mare in ele,cutia cu scoicile-Floare.imi si imaginez ce repede si foresc ai facut-o, ca acele gesturi sponatne si simple cu care japonezii creeaza simbiozele lor innebunitoare intre o floare plapanda si , sa zicem,o perdea nisipie. acum,mi se pare ca numai scoicile pot pastra tumultul si nebunia de aur a tuturor verilor

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