Few colours, much calmness


Still regenerating

Still regenerating

“To learn to see- to accustom the eye to calmness, to patience, and to allow things to come up to it; to defer judgment, and to acquire the habit of approaching and grasping an individual case from all sides. This is the first preparatory schooling of intellectuality. One must not respond immediately to a stimulus; one must acquire a command of the obstructing and isolating instincts.”  Friedrich Nietzsche,


Take a seat and feel at home

bench in the shrubs

Chairs are about status

I’m not sure I always feel like I’m in the seat. Sometimes I’m only holding on by one hand and flying out behind the roller coaster. I don’t know anybody who doesn’t feel that way. – David Morse



I’m happy when it’s raining

I'm happy when it's raining

it’s raining anyway

I’m happy when it’s raining. For, if I’m not happy, it’s raining anyway.  – K. Valentin

Best with own herbs

Mozarella salad. Best with own herbs.

Like them fresh and spicy

“To make a good salad is to be a brilliant diplomatist – the problem is entirely the same in both cases. To know how much oil one must mix with one’s vinegar.”  Oscar Wilde

Smell the rain and feel the wind – Acacia

Smell the rain, and feel the wind.


Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.  – Ashley Smith

Tiny bug – big world

Red bug - Roter Käfer


If you want something done right…. new plants for the herbs garden

New plants for your herbs garden

All that man needs for health and healing has been provided in nature

“If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. This especially includes your health care.” – Andrew Saul

“This large and expensive stock of drugs will be unnecessary….The common resources of the lancet, a garden, a kitchen, fresh air, cool water, exercise, will be sufficient to cure all the diseases that are at present under the power of medicine.” –  Dr. Benjamin Rush


Mastered every survival skill

weed. grass and herbs

Natural master

A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.  – Doug Larson

Burst of buds

the lovely buds, are beginning to open

The lovely buds, are beginning to open

Yes, now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor and empty as it had seemed to me, and that it had been only the sun that was lacking to open all its germs, and buds to the light. – Max Muller

Little stroll through springtime meadows

dandelion spring-time-meadow

can you smell it?

“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.” ― Suzanne Collins

The forest is not burning

sunset forest

confusing inner peace with wishful thinking?

“I often find that people confuse inner peace with some sense of insensibility whenever something goes wrong. In such cases inner peace is a permit for destruction: The unyielding optimist will pretend that the forest is not burning either because he is too lazy or too afraid to go and put the fire out.” ― Criss Jami

To forget myself as melted snow forgets its life

fern under the snow

Upcoming Colors

Earth teach me to forget myself as melted snow forgets its life. Earth teach me resignation as the leaves which die in the fall. Earth teach me courage as the tree which stands all alone. Earth teach me regeneration as the seed which rises in the spring. William Alexander

You ready? Coming to deliver

will deliver

All presents on deck?

Delicate fir twigs


getting stronger

Longing and waiting for the green and light days of Springtime

The springtime we all are waiting for now desperately.

The springtime we all are waiting for now desperately.

Waiting for the green and light days of Springtime

The light filtering through branches is a gorgeous sight … there is something ethereal about light at this time of spring. The springtime we all are waiting for now desperately.

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Must do it. I Can’t Help it.

White Butterfly

Busy at Work

I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?

This afternoon I was going out to get some pictures from a nearby baroquesque garden. This little fella was so busy on the flowers, flitting from blossom to blossom, seemingly never still, that I wondered if I could even get a good shot. I guess it took me almost a hundred trials to get this halfway decent picture. If I only wouldn’t hold my breath while pushing the trigger, the whole affair would have been a lot more relaxed.

Shelter from the Heat

in the shadow

Not thinking just resting and munching