Success is knowing that I did my best. In response to the WordPress Daily Prompt: Secret of Success. Advertisements
I’m sure I’d love the little lamp even more if it actually gave out some light to speak of.
The sun setting behind an apple tree in the garden.
Having my coffee at the balcony. The coffee tastes better than it looks, by the way.
The composer’s star in Vienna underground. Gets trodden on each day, poor man.
Today my three-year-old male relative picked a sharp piece of wood and threatened to stab my cat. I protected the cat with the modest bulk of my body. Now I’m the Evil Auntie Alla who prefers kitties to kiddies. That’s right.
Visiting the fountain of youth. (Hopefully.)
Why is your neighbour’s garden always nicer than your own? (In my case possibly because I can’t be bothered with the garden.)
I wonder what my favourite colour is. Could it be brown?
There’s lavender growing in the garden. It reminds me of clothes moths. And times long past.