One Monday Evening in April

There's something about these peaceful April sunsets that makes me want to
flit and float (and fleetly flee, and fly). And take photos.



They also make me attempt to eat healthily.
See, healthy:



Which I then turned into something unhealthy.
Sugar... and whipped cream. Yum.



(Well it's better than chocolate. Just.)


So long, farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, goodnight.

The Secret Garden

"A garden. I've stolen a garden."



Remember when I first came across my 'secret garden'? I haven't yet spent any time in it since it was unlocked after winter, but it's calling louder every day!

"The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden." [Mary, The Secret Garden]

A Long Time Ago

I love old photographs. I've just managed to get my hands on digital versions of these two photos of my grandparents, taken about ten years after the second world war ended.

Ironically, the photos were also taken in the same place. (Wied Għomor, Malta)


Maternal Grandparents


Paternal Grandparents

Weren't they stunning? :)

I love the speed and ease of modern photography, but there was something so magical about photos taken back then. I imagine every photo to have been an event - the sort of thing you got dressed up for. I wonder what was going through their minds as they had their photos taken. I might just ask my Nannas :)

Dusk, Part Two

Remember when I mentioned the beautiful dusk the other day? I'd used a random picture of the sky that day because I hadn't had the chance to take one myself... But today I did.

Beautiful, isn't it?

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.
Eleonora Duse

x

Dusk

...and then I looked out the window at 17.00 and realised the sky had a glow to it that wasn't there at the same time of day just a week ago. The days are starting to lengthen and that fills me with hope. Every year, the moment I realise the days are lengthening - even just a little bit, something magical happens. It never fails.
It's that quiet feeling called Perfection.