Cin cin, grandpa Janez!

Today celebrates my grandpa Janez, mother’s father, and this is the garden where he taught me how to water the flowers. I’m sorry that I don’t have more photos here, so I’m forced to show you the same ones every year (this was last year). Still, this one is very cute, I might as well…

WPC: Her heritage

Today marks one year since I posted my first post on this blog because my first blog was getting full. A good day to view one’s heritage. In one year I managed to fill it up with less than 40% of space remaining. Serves me right for always cramming my posts with too many photos. Can’t help…

January

What happens when you see a lovely calendar post and decide to do your own. Yesterday I saw a post by Judith at Beyond the Window Box in which she posts one photo from each month of this year. I warned her that I might nick the idea and she agreed. When I started to…

WPC: Antipanti-cipation

If you ask me now, the anticipation is obvious: Slovenia is winking at me. Just a little longer. The title stems from an old Slovenian poem by Janez Menart entitled “Antisong”: Anti-avtor je zvrst bebca, anti-avion je ptič. Anti-Pepe, to je Pepca, anti-panti ni pa nič« (1979). In quick translation: “Anti-author is a sort of moron, anti-airplane is…

WPC: Cha-cha-chaos

Another one of those challenges where I had to smack my fingers in order not to exceed my self-imposed limit of twenty images per post. Chaos is all around us, but is it really? Since it’s Sunday, I’ll give you a quick run-down through my last week’s posts first. This week I: gave you an example…

WPC: Mirrorised

First, a favourite sentence from a favourite recently read book that happens to mention a mirror (and a portly woman). It’s a joke. She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person. —“Good Omens”, Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman And now several photos of…