When I was a kid we used to go every Sunday to the countryside where my parents have a house nearby a lake.
I grew up in a tiny apartment, on the last floor of a big building. 492 more words
Listening to Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald and thinking of my great grand-aunt Rose who loved so much carnations. Born in 1909, the last of eleven children she has been her entire life a model of strength, determination, honesty, infinite love and generosity; and all this with a serious dose of humour! 335 more words
“For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it’s not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? 157 more words