"I am Susanna, a child of The Sun, a florist and a decorator who sees beauty in each tiny thing. The roots of my poetry lie in the heart of Cosmos - and I wish also others to see the aesthetics that makes my soul to bloom.”
Susanna is a Finnish born blog friend of mine who lives and works in Spain. She publishes short poems and adorable & romantic photos in her blog A Whisper from the Almond Valley In her poems you find the gratefulness in front of The Life’s miracles and beauty; gratefulness for each new day and the beloved ones. I wish you’ll enjoy the verses and beautiful photos. At least in Finland this kind of positive thoughts are so welcome now in the dark evenings of the autumn. Poetry is difficult to translate but I did my best.
I sense how The Moon rises today out of you,
the love of my life.
I breathe the sound of your heart and
explore each of your perfect traits.
Your twinkling sapphire eyes,
the softness of your skin sand
your sweet scent.
let this moment go on for a little eternity
to give me time to frame the most beautiful memories
to my heart’s gallery.
The Moon beams are dancing on the rim of the wine glass, the last waltz of the misty night ringing in my ears and the moonlight party remains in my album of memories. The dew pearls of Aurora are gathering strength and rising on the cheek of Hibiscus to wait for a new day tasting of life. The next morning will wake up the newborn Life to party again! In the twilight it is wonderful to set the table! Warm summer evening cherishes you, the gentle swaying wind brings sounds of the the sea and a seagull already cries in the night's darkness. I light candles and enjoy from this moment of my life!
When the sun climbs to the highest point of the skyline and swallows dodge a couple of funny cloudlets in the heavenly blue sky, it is time to sit in the shadow of the palm tree. The blush of cherry blossoms, the delicate touch of flowers on my skin and the scent of apricot in the vacillating air. How can summer days always be like this, this beautiful? I write it in the memory, in the cherry stone, in the heart of an apricot ... ... I love summer It must be magic, the love of Cosmos in the winds of the world.
The moment when cicadas start playing in the shadows of the cypresses and the moon is already peeking from the fog of the horizon, then I’ll set a dinner table on an old wood and I light the candles in the embrace of the wind. In my glass a scent of oak and wine, the herbal flavor of olives on my lips. I just sit and feel how the night will arrive soon. I lift a toast to the love of my life. I love you, Universe!
Throw yourself into the stardust and breathe the sound of your heart. Feel the beams of the sun on your smooth cheeks and tickle your dreams with your hair. Let the words patter the paper, your pearl necklace strew your feelings and look at the doves dancing in the cloudless sky. In a letter sealed with kisses hides a mystery. Send it that evening to the stars and someone will find it for sure!
The key to life in my hand I walk in the moonlight into a misty dream, only the swish of the wings of a moth keeping me company. I look at the stars, touch The Moon, awaiting the infinity of the Milky Way. Love, are you there, do you hear me today? I squeeze the key in my hand, it's pure gold. With trembling hands I reach out to to the golden lock. Light dazzles, the beauty of The World cascades around me. Morning, now I found you! And I love the new day more than I loved yesterday.
Wind, be my friend and fly my kiss to the world’s soul. Cosmos, throw your stardust on my flowers and embrace me as you did for the first time. Sun, lay down your beams on my shoulders and tickle my cheek tenderly. World, be with me until the moon takes me by the hand and guides me via its bridge over the infinity of ocean. Thank you Cosmos, that I can live with you every moment!
The wind whispers beautiful words, wisdoms of life. Let go of the past concerns, see how they fly to infinity and smile. Hold your heart in your hands as if it were the most precious jewel and put it gently in its place. Let the sun blow on it the energy of Life and let stars dance with you until the morning. When you turn a new page in your book tomorrow, you can write these words on a clean page: The Spring of my life is now! The world is full of secrets, surprises and love. Look for the most beautiful ones and close them between the covers, in the album of your happiness. Write in your most beautiful handwriting: Thank you Life!
I have been twice in Barcelona during La Mercè week, the last time a year ago.
It was a month after the sad terrorist attack at La Rambla. I was a bit afraid
and thought even of cancelling my trip. But the city was nice and friendly,
saw only a couple of referendum manifestations.
The whole City of Barcelona is celebrating again the coming long weekend
- September 21st - 24th their patron saint Nuestra Señora de La Merced.
There are tens of free activities, performances and concerts allover the city.
Last year I saw the procession of Correfoc that circulated through Via Laietana.
In the Correfoc people dressed as devils light fireworks - fixed on devil’s pitchforks.
Dancing to the sound of a rhythmic drum group, they set off their fireworks
among crowds of spectators.
I could not get closer than this, because at the same time I participated in a
I draw plans on paper and archive them. It is a good way to check the varieties’ names later on.
I enjoy garden planning so much that when it comes time to execute the plan, I make a new plan on the fly!
I always make a new plan when I find a gorgeous plant that insists to come with me to my garden.
I only design large lines. I plant here and there.
Garden planning - what a terrible word.
... Usually I have to plant where there is a tiny empty space.
My borders are fully planted and I seldom buy new plants.
SHOPPING - OSTOKSET
I have a zero budget.
A smart gardener makes a shopping list and sticks to it.
I buy plants very moderately, but I have a small delivery van, in fact too small for all my purchased plants.
I tend to rescue plants from the fall sales. It would be such a pity to leave them standing as orphans on the shelves.
I just must have all the novelties and specialities whatever the price.
STORING THE TOOLS - TYÖKALUJEN SÄILYTYS
Everything must be in order. I also keep my stockings alphabetically ordered.
A place for everything, all in their place - at least roughly. I don’t care too much.
I always put the tools in place, but someone else leaves them scattered around.
At my shed door reads: ”No access”. If someone entered, she would be terrified. Maybe a case for Marie Kondo here?
Who the hell has invented such a crazy idea that things should have their specific storage places? I’m sure that my manure fork appears by the next spring - around the new border or when emptying the compost.
... And the culprit is - the husband!
ME AS VEGETABLE GARDENER - MINÄ HYÖTYTARHURINA
I would lose my night’s sleep if the carrots were threatened by bugs and pests.
Wait, I’ll show you at Instagram when I won the title of The Most Successful Pumpkin Breeder of the town last summer.
I sow, water, weed and fertilize carefully and enjoy a good harvest. My cellar resembles that of The Hamster in the novel of Veikko Huovinen.
I almost can’t eat the tomatoes I raised because their price - if calculated all the effort - would be per kilogram as high as that of the best beef fillet.
I choose the cultivated pea varieties based on their flower color.
None. I have only a small herb garden, no vegetables at all.
Plums, cherries and apples grow on their own - this suits me.
WEEDING - KITKEMINEN
Weeding is meditation for me. I enjoy every single moment.
I weed and cry.
Well, weeding is simply a garden job among others.
Nothing to whinge when the birds are singing and the summer wind is blowing.
I start to weed when thistles begin to block access to my home.
Why should I weed?
GARDEN WORK - PUUTARHAPUUHAT
Hammock is my thing.
There is always something to do, but gardening is not my whole life.
First work, then amusement in the garden. I don’t have time to cook or to wash the laundry.
In the garden, from the garden, to the garden... That’s how it goes!
Oh! Don’t these questions ever run out? I should already be out there weeding
I love to be outdoors from morning till night, doing a bit of this, a bit of that.
GARDEN STYLE - PUUTARHAN TYYLI
Starting always megalomaniac plans
A joyful hassle
... Year by year my garden gets wilder and wilder.
CHOICE OF PLANTS - KASVIVALIKOIMA
I like traditions. Please, come and look at the dahlia that I herited from my grandaunt. And look at these Papaver seeds ... Oh, and these Phlox ...
Every plant will do. Each plant is beautiful in its own way.
I'm pretty selective. Colors. Spreading. Hardiness. Effortlessness. According to these criteria.
I just came back from Japan, where I went to get ideas on the design of my balcony / townhouse / garden.
As modern as possible, thank you!
I have many traditional perennials because the are just that - hardy and effortless.
As to colors I am selective (yellow is not my favourite) and say no, no to those who spread too much.
ME AND THE WEATHER - MINÄ JA SÄÄ
I keep a weather diary and measure the amount of rain. Do you want me to show you my Excel chart?
It’s terrible with this constant rain / sunshine! You can’t do anything in this rain / in this heat / in this whatever weather...
Well, for today it has been forecast 18 C, light north-east wind. It should rain from 2 to 3 pm. One drop is promised, in the evening no rain. Going to be a pretty warm night...
A question of attitude.
If I could choose there would be sun all the time, but not too much. Gentle rain during the night time to fill the plants’ needs.
... Well, you have to settle for any weather, but extreme weather conditions do irritate.
ME AND THE SEASONS - SUHTAUTUMINEN VUODENAIKOIHIN
It is wonderful that winter exists.I would not have the stamina to crawl on all four in the garden all year round.
I love Finland's four seasons.
During the winter, I feel anguished while there is no garden work.
I can’t live without garden work. That's why I have another garden in Spain / China / somewhere. I fly there every fall as soon as I can’t dig bulbs in the ground even with iron bar.