Scouring the internet for the documentary called Orange Sunshine: the brotherhood of eternal love made in 2016. Can't even buy it. Trying to get it for my hippie other half. I don't understand why I can't find it. It's it banned? Weird.
Scouring the internet for the documentary called Orange Sunshine: the brotherhood of eternal love made in 2016. Can't even buy it. Trying to get it for my hippie other half. I don't understand why I can't find it. It's it banned? Weird.
Getting ready to go tour the school the spawn is being considered for. I’m nervous and I have nothing to wear in which I look like a normal, respectable person except for my work clothes which aren’t quite formal enough. They’re supposed to be a school for kids who don’t fit in, so let’s see if they can walk the talk…
I'm enjoying the evening scent of the flowers of a plant called hoya carnosa, which comes directly from a specimen that my grandmother grew for many years. This fragrance reminds me of her, brings back fond memories...
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.
I'm enjoying the evening scent of the flowers of a plant called hoya carnosa, which comes directly from a specimen that my grandmother grew for many years. This fragrance reminds me of her, brings back fond memories...
They say that olfaction is strongly connected to memory and emotion. There's nothing like being reminded of your grandma (I loved mine a lot, too, and the smell of Bactine and lilacs reminds me of her).
It's really special to have a plant that your grandma grew. I wish I had been able to keep my grandma's sourdough starter alive, but I killed it.
I'm enjoying the evening scent of the flowers of a plant called hoya carnosa, which comes directly from a specimen that my grandmother grew for many years. This fragrance reminds me of her, brings back fond memories...
They say that olfaction is strongly connected to memory and e.motion. There's nothing like being reminded of your grandma (I loved mine a lot, too, and the smell of Bactine and lilacs reminds me of her).
It's really special to have a plant that your grandma grew. I wish I had been able to keep my grandma's sourdough starter alive, but I killed it.
Long bloom the hoya for you!
All 4 of my grandparents died before I was 6 years old. I can't visualise what they look look like & I haven't even got any photos of them. I just remember them as being small in stature & old, even though they were only in their fifties when they died. One of my grandfathers was a Merchant Seaman & I can still remember the smell of stale, cheap tobacco on his clothes. My father is buried next to his mother - when I went to visit his grave on his birthday last year, for a couple of seconds there was a strong aroma of lavender & my mind immediately went back 50 years as there was a huge lavender Bush outside her front door
I'm enjoying the evening scent of the flowers of a plant called hoya carnosa, which comes directly from a specimen that my grandmother grew for many years. This fragrance reminds me of her, brings back fond memories...
They say that olfaction is strongly connected to memory and emotion. There's nothing like being reminded of your grandma (I loved mine a lot, too, and the smell of Bactine and lilacs reminds me of her).
It's really special to have a plant that your grandma grew. I wish I had been able to keep my grandma's sourdough starter alive, but I killed it.
Long bloom the hoya for you!
It's still blooming and smelling I have another plant coming directly from the piece my grandma owned and grew. Hers was really impressive, all in big flowers, while mine never blooms. And I almost kill him a couple of times.
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.
I'm feeding Lion with a fork one of his fave dishes because he thinks it's even better this way. If someone gave me chicken with tuna and sweet potatoes for supper I would eat it in a blink of an eye without a fork.
But I don't see And I don't feel But tightly hold up silently My hands before my fading eyes And in my eyes Your smile
I mistook stars reflected in a pond at night for those in the sky.
I'm feeding Lion with a fork one of his fave dishes because he thinks it's even better this way. If someone gave me chicken with tuna and sweet potatoes for supper I would eat it in a blink of an eye without a fork.
Chaperoning a school trip to Brooklyn Museum for a tour on art and advocacy. On a school bus. It’s loud.
Ooof, but awesome that you are doing it. I volunteer at a local library every Saturday and let's just say I understand the loudness. I've gotten quite good at shushing.