it does me good to go to the village, even if this time i could only stay one day. (also, it was a holiday and nobody seems to understand that my non-working goes according to a more sinuous schedule than normal people's working does...so ssh i'm back in cluj. AND i didn't go to any of the jazz in the park festival :(. )
back to this post, which (again) will mostly be about what a jungle our yard manages to become over one month , so that a whole weekend needs to be spent just cutting/trimming the grass.
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| before...the roses are barely visible among the weeds |
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| before...can you spot the iris? i know nobody can spot the ornamental bushes |
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| after...seriously, no comment |
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| (comment and tell me the name of this...i'm hopeless with berries) |
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| a metaphor for this whole situation, i guess |
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| and the restoration, by my mum, of the so-called flower garden |
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| i looked for these yellow flowers (not the daisies, the others - sânziene) in the field, because today (june 23/24) is a holiday named after them. basically a solstice ritual...and, if you hadn't guessed before, girls are supposed to make wreaths of these flowers and throw them at the roof of their house - if the wreath stays/catches on the roof, the girl will marry during that year. obviously no flowers were made into a wreath in this household (our roof is pretty high and steep) |
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and then, in the evening, after we'd watered all our plants, it started raining, a full summer storm, and didn't stop or even calm down a bit for about two hours.
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