Simple Joy

细雨斜风作小寒， 
淡烟疏柳媚晴滩. 
入淮清洛渐漫漫， 
雪沫乳花浮午盏. 
蓼茸蒿笋试春盘， 
人间有味是清欢. 

- 苏轼

Garden Diary- Day One

Day One- Sowing


Under the excitement of joy and fear, I sowed these rose seeds into the trays. I named it Emma, the name I want to give to my first daughter. The universal conceptual meaning of the name EMMA will grant her and my rose everything I wanted for her, everything the universe already expanded in front of her.

To my love- Rainer

A Name-A-Rose Gift Box

Today I got a surprise gift box. It was a Name-A-Rose gift box, and it came with all those cute ideas and  sweet rose leaflets. Thank you my honey for giving me such a unique and sweet gift. I am not sure about how those rose seeds will end up...;-) lol. I can feel all the love you have for me, and it is reaaaaaaally sweet. <3

 My little garden corner 

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Rose of all the World 

by D.H.Lawrence 

I am here myself; as though this heave of effort

At starting other life, fulfilled my own;

Rose-leaves that whirl in colour round a core

Of seed-specks kindled lately and softly blown

By all the blood of the rose-bush into being -

Strange, that the urgent will in me, to set 

My mouth on hers in kisses, and so softly

To bring together two strange sparks, beget

Another life from our lives, so should send

The innermost fire of my own dim soul out-spinning

And whirling in blossom of flame and being upon me!

That my completion of manhood should be the beginning

Another life from mine! For so it looks.

The seed is purpose, blossom accident.

The seed is all in all, the blossom lent

To crown the triumph of this new descent.

Is that it, woman? Does it strike you so?

The Great Breath blowing a tiny seed of fire

Fans out your petals for excess of flame,

Till all your being smokes with fine desire?

Or are we kindled, you and I, to be

One rose of wonderment upon the tree

Of perfect life, and is our possible seed

But the residuum of the ecstasy?

How will you have it? - the rose is all in all,

Or the ripe rose-fruits of the luscious fall?

The sharp begetting, or the child begot?

Our consummation matters, or does it not?

To me it seems the seed is just left over

From the red rose-flowers' fiery transience;

Just orts and slarts; berries that smoulder in the bush

Which burnt just now with marvellous immanence.

Blossom, my darling, blossom, be a rose

Of roses unchidden and purposeless; a rose

For rosiness only, without an ulterior motive;

For me it is more than enough if the flower unclose.  

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A morning song for you, my love

Thoughts to Ponder

- When love visits you, you hesitate, ponder, then either embrace it or simply run away. People always say it takes two to dance. When you are not on the same steps, dancing alone might be better off. But really? Should you give it more time to sync? For me, 90% chance that I will run away. Sometimes, It's like diving into the abyss, with the hope that your partner will keep you safe and won't take off when the show is not exciting enough.


- Having lunch with you is even more fun than going party in Las Vegas, cherry blossom watching in Washington, fishing in the amazon river, or lying on the Miami south beach, partly because in your red shirt you are like a beam of happy glowing sunshine ,or partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for hot chocolate, partly because of the unspoken words flowing in the tidy distance between us, partly because of the scattered arranged teeth you showed me when I was not happy. It is hard to believe when I'm with you that there can be anything as peaceful as pleasant as calm as satisfying when right in the moment in the warm Miami 7 o'clock light spread on us from the airplane window, we are leaning against each other, reading, smiling. I look at you and I know you will look back, and your smile will warm me up.

Shirley Temple

At national portait galley in D.C., I saw a picture of Shirley Temple.  The light metallic sound stomp dancing shoes made flew into my mind. Shirley is such a sweetheart. When I was little, I watched many of her shows. 10 out of 10 times, she made me holding my belly and laugh for minutes. 

Memories like the goldfish

It is a myth that goldfish have short memories. Sometimes I wish I were a goldfish. 7 seconds of memory. Turn around then forget everything.