my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



2/7/13

thank you so much for sharing your memories






and still, i can not stop thinking about flowers

one summer  in finland i got a grab bag of 
old parts - wooden chips, some counting games, kids
blocks. among all, this pile now will turn into brooches 

carved, lavender long stems, every piece
with a slightly different design, on the light
or darker shade
















awaiting





сегодня на вокзале я подумала, что это чувство уже
никогда не пройдет. когда ждешь поезда, даже если
не нужно встречать или уезжать, оно есть внутри.
волнение, радость и слезы. думала, что ты выйдешь 
из вагона сегодня.







2 comments:

  1. dear olga,

    all i can think of are flowers...
    the flowers coming again this year and those i´m going to plant...


    all the best!

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  2. all I can think of are flowers....
    love that sentence
    and so true
    me too longing for flowers
    to bloom in the garden

    love
    Patrice A.

    P.S.
    did you receive my letter yet?....

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