a moment suddenly here and then suddenly gone just a breath away a snapshot of god
… and on the other side of the street, there is a stream calmly floating towards southwest.
I was trying to write something to the blog, but obviously it hasn’t been a day for words. After breakfast, I went to the library intending to work on my novel. And it was hopeless! It was as if I didn’t know any English words at all. Except for the most common ones.
To be honest, I didn’t find the proper words that I wanted in Swedish either. Not for today’s chapter. I could claim I had porridge in my brain. Then I got tired and went back home.
It seemed easier to find words now, in the evening. But still, what I wanted to tell you about have some technical terms, and I couldn’t get it together as I wanted. Though this time, I could at least express myself in Swedish. No trouble with that. Anyhow! I deleted that first try-out.
Thanks to the fact that I for some time now have engaged myself in what is happening at the local library – which is way more than just an ordinary library – I’ve also learned to know new people and are “Hi” and “Hello” to quite many now. And I’m also engaged in several activities there.
(And on Monday begins the Painting classes for the spring season. I’ll give that too a second try-out.)
And now comes the tricky part for me to write: Around in the city, the municipal has for some years – I don’t know how many – had the responsibility for small garden areas, that then are managed by people living close by.
They are meeting places not only for gardening but also for getting to know the neighbors. Translated straight from Swedish, those are called “Plantations (or gardens) without Boundaries”. No boundaries, as in “everyone is welcome”! White, black, green or blue’s – Christians, Muslims and Jews. We all have red blood, love God, and cry when we are hurt.
So we, ordinary people, are seeding, planting and cultivating. Flowers, berries, greens, herbs, or whatever we want. And everyone is supposed to help taking care of the garden. In the way, as each can do it. Whether it’s planting, watering, weeding, or taking care of it in any other way. And of course, we will all be enjoying the beauty of it all.
(You just wait and see the photos… )
These gardens are also places where we just meet each other. Having coffee together, or barbecuing in lukewarm summer evenings, or just sitting talking. Pausing. Relaxing. In “my” garden, we have a greenhouse as well with both running water and electricity installed, and some suggestions have arisen about a small cafeteria where we can sell coffee and tea, and perhaps ice cream. Organic of course. But that is just a thought so far. Not an impossible dream, though.
Now, from this year, 2020, the city has decided not to have the responsibility for these gardens any longer. They are “selling out”, figuratively speaking. Instead, we city slickers are offered to take over, turning the gardens into non-profit associations.
So in my part of the City, we who are connected to the library in one way or another, are taking over and start up our very own garden. Well, we continue taking care of the already existing one. Well, again! As a matter of fact, in this neighborhood, there are three gardens under the same “roof” since there are three localities .
So I was asked to participate as a member of the board, I accepted, and was also asked if I would like to be the treasurer. I said yes to that too, and this Tuesday we had our first meeting. I think it’s quite thrilling actually. And fun.
The terminology… hm…
I had no photos of the garden, so I guess I have to take some to show you. If only the days would stop being so gray and rainy. But better later than never, I guess.
So this photo isn’t from our Garden. Instead it shows a bit of the garden of Sofiero. The famous Castle just north of my city. Helsingborg.
Though, also we have a greenhouse, and lots and lots of flowers.
What do I do,
when I don’t do,
what I should do?
I could say I hibernate,
I almost do.
Lingering time with
thousands of thoughts
in a never-ending story.
Better to run, to hide,
to be on my own,
when things go wild,
(From Sept 14, 2014)
in the dawn of august,
no longer day,
still, not quite night
but soon enough
soon an inky blackness
the wind has gone to sleep
pines reflect in a colorless mirror
calmly, still and quiet
a lonely diver
a solitary cry
a nippy emptiness
(inspired by a bad photo taken in august 2008, poem written Sep 27, 2014)
In twenty years
I might not even be alive
death might have taken me
one early morning
to give me a joyride
to the moon and the sun
and the heaven above
you never know…
or maybe I’ve turned into
an old bitchy lady
with henna in the hair
purple-flowered skirt and a voice
like a discordant…
you never know…
it might be so
or I will be doing great things
this little aging lady
with hair fully gone white
a neat little dress and stiff upper lip
steady hands and a flair for
esprit de finesse
you never know…
no, I don’t think so
the neat little dress
and the stiff upper lip
as a matter of fact
I haven’t the slightest clue
what will happen
while I grow older
I just go with the flow
with the meaning of life
and I live my life
in this very instant
forever and ever
that, I know
(Nov 9, 2013)
Ten seconds! Then you smiled at me.
In my arms, warm and sturdy.
My heart kept
beating and beating and beating
I had lost my heart in less then ten seconds.
I lost it when I first laid my eyes on you!
❤ ❤ ❤
For my youngest grandchild when he had just turned four months old and I met him for the first time.
Now he and his parents live much closer to me, and in less then 2 weeks we will all gather together and celebrate his 6th birthday.
No! I won’t add a photo of him.
That is privacy matter.