Thursday Doors, August 31 2017

Today, with Joey at the Thursday Doors hosting position, we shall be in flowers. And pots and plants.

I don’t know about you, but Slovenians, when they get drunk, claim to be “in flowers”. No, I’m not drunk, merely slightly euphoric.

The reason for that and for a slightly late posting is the first Slovenian basketball team win. It’s only the first game and only European championships, but I know they wish to win it, primarily Goran Dragić and Luka Dončić. NBA followers know all about the former, and Real Madrid fans have embraced the latter. Where are the times when the local crowds cheered “NBA! NBA!” at every effective move? Now in the NBA they can cheer Slovenia! (Well…)

But this is the day of the doors and here they are, nineteen Italian and one Slovenian door, accompanied by flowers because Joey likes that.

And because it’s so well put and I know Joey loves it too, the poem of the moment. Take care and stay safe.

Good Bones
by Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children.

Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine

in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways,

a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways

I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least

fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative

estimate, though I keep this from my children.

For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird.

For every loved child, a child broken, bagged,

sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world

is at least half terrible, and for every kind

stranger, there is one who would break you,

though I keep this from my children. I am trying

to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,

walking you through a real shithole, chirps on

about good bones: This place could be beautiful,

right? You could make this place beautiful.

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And these are some who did it.

The classic Tuscany flower door 1: Sovana.

The classic Tuscany flower door 2: Lucca.

Sometimes flowers are beyond the gate: Orvieto.

Rocca Spagnola, Porto Ercole.

Rome is full of flower sellers.

Quite a sight, even when closed.

Rome is full of potted doors, too.

Pots pots everywhere. In Tuscania too.

Civita di Bagnoregio, a dying but still blossoming town.

One more from there: sometimes one plant is all it takes.

Even the trash bag does not disturb. Caldana.

Another Caldana one-flower beauty.

Some more stylish Tuscania doors.

“She was a princess, queen of the doorway.” Tuscania.

Sometimes the pot division is symmetric. Tuscania.

Sometimes it’s two a-stair. Siena.

Other times it’s a bit hectic. Sassetta. No surprise there: I feel a certain kinship.

The plant can be edible too: maracuya or passion fruit in Piran, Slovenia.

A flower among flowers in Tuscania.

And sometimes there are more sensible things to be gathered. 😀 Caldana.

Photo: © signature mmm

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge hosted by Joey this week