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Those who know me a bit ', sobbalzerà for this title. Me and flowers we have very little in common. My ignorance botany is complete and total. At the first lunch of my future (ex) mother-in-law - then that would be the mother of what would become my first husband, and my ex-husband, images of roses so much so that you may raccapezzarvi - I showed up, in good faith, images of roses with a bouquet of chrysanthemum. I found them and they were beautiful. Among other things, with the benefit of hindsight would prove even appropriate to the occasion. But let's not digress.
Today I think of when I think of flowers Paola (and I can not wait to read his book). And it reminds me of a complex of sensations to which I do not normally images of roses give space: Grace, color, elegance, femininity in a way. Meryem is no coincidence images of roses that my daughter is much more sensitive to all these things, including flowers, perhaps because I have not choked with too much else, or maybe because she is different from me and nothing else. But today, following the thread of memories and thoughts, images of roses I tried to fish out a bit 'of flowers and flowering of people from my memory.
I'm going more or less in chronological order. The flowers of the garden of the villa of Aunt Mary to glowing images of roses Marina. I remember them schiacciavamo to let us potions of witches. Who knows what flowers were. Pallocchere small petals of yellow and orange, the color load. They were the flower of my childhood summers long and lonely as a whole, the penumbra of the bedrooms upstairs.
The lilies of St. Anthony on the terrace of the kitchen of my parents' house. Those are still there, on time (although now the seasons abnormal make them flourish more unexpectedly). And the memory goes hand in hand with branches of peach flowers that my sister Vittoria offers images of roses to my mother as soon as they begin to be. These are the flowers of my mother, the flowers of coffee taken together in the kitchen of the relationship as adults for which I will never cease to be grateful. images of roses
Then I think the mother of my friend Peter and his beautiful garden. A Marielou and his way of looking at the flowers with a clinical eye of each stall (and Giacaranda flower in the swimming pool of his apartment building): I guess the hostess to hide clandestine small plants under the airplane seat and I can almost see that garden would have if it were not for the dogs, the tortoise and the love for the people who end up having the better of his passion. But even in Nizam, a beautiful flower that they never forget to photograph it with your mobile.
As a final reminder add the flowers almost invisible I've seen, many years ago, in the Negev desert. Then I found it incredible that plants that are struggling to exist even allow themselves the luxury of having the flowers. Somehow I found this idea over the years, in my work. Social images of roses action should also consist in sharing the beauty. What you do and sends forward with few resources do not have to be ugly. Although it may seem absurd, I saw Serve with care a dish served at table. Not always possible, I then these things are usually denied. But they are important details that should not be neglected.
From time to time I find myself to remind myself this concept in my everyday images of roses life, when the frustrations and anxiety make me suffer. The thought of not being able to give enough to my daughter is a recurring pain. And so I think that helps a lot of beauty is free: just open your eyes to enjoy it.
As you know, until a few months ago I was so I: 2-3 recognize types of plants and 10 kinds of flowers at the most. Then I do not know if it was the slow workings of Paola or osmosis with my husband or the history of dyes or the garden of the Polish: now the flowers not only look at them, I take care of them too. I call them by name, usually by the Latin name because otherwise it's a mess between the Italian, English and dialect. When I walk a road, I look around images of roses to see what's at the edges. I do not know if the flowers are for me beauty and femininity, the most passionate of flowers in the family is my grandfather. Surely they are attention to detail.
It was in the sultry day like this that we were leaving around the nurseries of Palermo, the most scogniti, to seek clinical eye with the right plant for the corner in the shade of the garden images of roses or the border images of roses of the driveway. And then - she who throughout his life has never stolen even a toffee - I said softly, "This is too expensive. Distract the nurseryman who deadlift a twig, so let's see if we manage to make a cutting. " did you move me too. P.
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Those who know me a bit ', sobbalzerà for this title. Me and flowers we have very little in common. My ignorance botany is complete and total. At the first lunch of my future (ex) mother-in-law - then that would be the mother of what would become my first husband, and my ex-husband, images of roses so much so that you may raccapezzarvi - I showed up, in good faith, images of roses with a bouquet of chrysanthemum. I found them and they were beautiful. Among other things, with the benefit of hindsight would prove even appropriate to the occasion. But let's not digress.
Today I think of when I think of flowers Paola (and I can not wait to read his book). And it reminds me of a complex of sensations to which I do not normally images of roses give space: Grace, color, elegance, femininity in a way. Meryem is no coincidence images of roses that my daughter is much more sensitive to all these things, including flowers, perhaps because I have not choked with too much else, or maybe because she is different from me and nothing else. But today, following the thread of memories and thoughts, images of roses I tried to fish out a bit 'of flowers and flowering of people from my memory.
I'm going more or less in chronological order. The flowers of the garden of the villa of Aunt Mary to glowing images of roses Marina. I remember them schiacciavamo to let us potions of witches. Who knows what flowers were. Pallocchere small petals of yellow and orange, the color load. They were the flower of my childhood summers long and lonely as a whole, the penumbra of the bedrooms upstairs.
The lilies of St. Anthony on the terrace of the kitchen of my parents' house. Those are still there, on time (although now the seasons abnormal make them flourish more unexpectedly). And the memory goes hand in hand with branches of peach flowers that my sister Vittoria offers images of roses to my mother as soon as they begin to be. These are the flowers of my mother, the flowers of coffee taken together in the kitchen of the relationship as adults for which I will never cease to be grateful. images of roses
Then I think the mother of my friend Peter and his beautiful garden. A Marielou and his way of looking at the flowers with a clinical eye of each stall (and Giacaranda flower in the swimming pool of his apartment building): I guess the hostess to hide clandestine small plants under the airplane seat and I can almost see that garden would have if it were not for the dogs, the tortoise and the love for the people who end up having the better of his passion. But even in Nizam, a beautiful flower that they never forget to photograph it with your mobile.
As a final reminder add the flowers almost invisible I've seen, many years ago, in the Negev desert. Then I found it incredible that plants that are struggling to exist even allow themselves the luxury of having the flowers. Somehow I found this idea over the years, in my work. Social images of roses action should also consist in sharing the beauty. What you do and sends forward with few resources do not have to be ugly. Although it may seem absurd, I saw Serve with care a dish served at table. Not always possible, I then these things are usually denied. But they are important details that should not be neglected.
From time to time I find myself to remind myself this concept in my everyday images of roses life, when the frustrations and anxiety make me suffer. The thought of not being able to give enough to my daughter is a recurring pain. And so I think that helps a lot of beauty is free: just open your eyes to enjoy it.
As you know, until a few months ago I was so I: 2-3 recognize types of plants and 10 kinds of flowers at the most. Then I do not know if it was the slow workings of Paola or osmosis with my husband or the history of dyes or the garden of the Polish: now the flowers not only look at them, I take care of them too. I call them by name, usually by the Latin name because otherwise it's a mess between the Italian, English and dialect. When I walk a road, I look around images of roses to see what's at the edges. I do not know if the flowers are for me beauty and femininity, the most passionate of flowers in the family is my grandfather. Surely they are attention to detail.
It was in the sultry day like this that we were leaving around the nurseries of Palermo, the most scogniti, to seek clinical eye with the right plant for the corner in the shade of the garden images of roses or the border images of roses of the driveway. And then - she who throughout his life has never stolen even a toffee - I said softly, "This is too expensive. Distract the nurseryman who deadlift a twig, so let's see if we manage to make a cutting. " did you move me too. P.
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Clear, that I most read posts in these days The Italian school. It is, as I would like to Those children who cry The activities
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