Category Archives: Paros
When we got here, our bougainvillea was out of control. I started trimming it very politely but my neighbour kept saying “Cut! cut! cut!” so I did. I consulted the Royal Horticultural Society’s book on pruning. It’s almost a book … Continue reading
The afternoon sunk forcing me to float alone. Sometimes I hear myself when I talk. Sometimes I chose not to listen. I didn’t know that yucca blossoms were edible. But would it have made any difference as I lack the … Continue reading
Autumn is changing the landscape’s colors and soon we will be leaving. And for this I feel slightly melancholic. But the beauty is there just waiting to feed my eyes. And my heart. In a world that has become so … Continue reading
Home is where the heart is and my heart is here.