these flowers - they are of different colours. i bought the seeds (together with other seeds) in a supermarket in Italy, in 2008 or 2009, and sent them home, as a present for my father. my father sowed them and it appears the flowers are perennial, every year they come out again, in small bushes.
our dog likes to explore
woke up today and found this amazingness in our house. and smells so good!
flowers in Istanbul
“Sonnet XVII” by Pablo Neruda
looked for “flowers” and found this poem…
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
the ruins of Pompeii and me a bit fooling around
The city of Pompeii is a partially buried Roman town-city near modern Naples in the Italian region of Campania, in the territory of the comune of Pompei. Along with Herculaneum and many villas in the surrounding area, Pompeii was partially destroyed and buried under 4 to 6 m (13 to 20 ft) of ash and pumice in the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in AD 79. (wiki)
photos from Mount Vesuvius