Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Tuesday, 30 July 2013


Summer gets the oddest outfits...


Find the soul of your home
not in the walls, nor in the ornaments,
but in the creatures you share it with.


We are thankful our vets are nice.




For every dark night
there is a day even brighter
after it.


^..^ 


Are you sure there´s nothing
to protect?


True love stories never have endings.

Richard Bach


Stillness speaks softly,
or maybe does it sing?



Smiling some problems may vanish, 
and keeping silent
some other ones may vanish as well. 
The others will require some more time, 
but there´s another "S": steadiness...



and sometimes later as well
so good we´ve got the kitties

Monday, 29 July 2013

An ocean might start here



Somewhere out there
the sun is bathing the flowers...




You have to get up in the morning
and write something you love,
something to live for.

Ray Bradbury

Sunday, 28 July 2013

Veggieburguers for Sunday:
one courgette
one sweet onion
two cloves of garlic
parsley and some herbs
one happy egg
0.8 lbs of chickpeas
2 tablespoons of whole flour
two candy candles to sweeten the process



mashed chickpeas


grated courgette, onion, 
and garlic slightly fried


mashed chickpeas added
to get a tasty puré
parsley and some herbs added at will
egg and flour as well


after one hour in the fridge...


make 8 balls and dress them with some flour
to get the shape


we have eaten them with rice


^..^ 





lessons 100 to 199


lessons 1 to 99




Still more reasons to be kind?


Life is precious.
Just let it surprise you
now and then.


Friends are likely to grow links 
nobody can separate



Friday, 26 July 2013


May we start the day...


The Poppy Princess was so sweet,
she came on Earth to be called Gaia.


Adopt the pace on nature, 
her secret is patience.

Ralph Waldo Emerson


Man in a clever animal 
who behaves like an imbecile.

Albert Schweitzer


A man can live and be healthy without killing animals for food. Therefore, if he eats meat, he participates in taking animal life merely for the sake of his appetite.

Leo Tolstoy