Posts tagged ‘blossom’


This all happened around my home…makes me less feel like a big-city dweller, and more like living on the country side.

The nicer side of spring (a.k.a. the season of death)


Have a nice weekend!

Spring Time

There is this weird transitory phase between winter and spring, when everything is in full on, hardcore, pollen spraying mode.
You walk along outside (breathing through a tube in your neck as you’d suffocate otherwise), and make this odd observation:

Some trees/shrubberies look like a fuzzy colorful version of themselves, covered in nothing but blossoms. No foliage, just petals, spewing forth an invisible cloud of sweet aromatic death (aka pollen), err…I mean sending out a cloud of sweet fragrances of spring and love and life.
So there’s the colorful fuzzy shrubs on one hand, and you let your (teary, burning, itching) gaze wander on to the next tree or shrub, and that bitch hasn’t done shit.
It is still in winter mode. No blossoms, no leaves, not even buds. Nothing!

And you’re standing there (internally aggravated that this ‘barely breathing, running eyes of fire’ time will be prolonged by this huge difference in blooming activities) confused that you can see THE definition of spring and a definitive picture of winter (bare branches and twigs) side by side.

I know why this is happening, I understand this shit. Resource allocation, making use of pollinators and so on, but for fraks sake, this is confusing my mind. I stand there, enjoying the warm sunshine, my asthmatic breathing is a sure sign that summer is coming, I enjoy this to a certain degree seeing the death cloud producing shrubs and trees, and all of a sudden I see a plant that makes me feel as of winter was coming.
Frak you late bloomer!
Frak you for making me feel like winter is coming now, and frak you later when your late blooming shit is taking my ability to breathe away.

Spring fraking sucks….
Take care,

From the private log.

Saw a shooting star back there, and I know not the wish I made…

I came to the mind numbing conclusion, although I always make the same conscious wish, the unconscious mind, let’s call him Jay, is a bit faster.
A bit more…encompassing.

I don’t know how to word the thoughts sometimes gurgled up from Jay. How to describe the wish that is present from the subconscious every time there is “occassion” for one.
It is an emotion, a mixture of feelings, an army of thoughts, determined and pronounced.
Pronounced in a tongue not spoken by any.

For a fleeting fraction of a moment – wind breaking in the sparsely leafing branches of the brass wood and the chestnut trees, fading smells of blooming violets and other blossoms and blooms fragrant in the air, my eyes skyward, a streak of light, gone before l can fix on it – my subconscious reveals itself to me. Although by all rules and regulations, that first wish is binding (think Ghostbusters!), I consciously try to override Jay and his decision.
Not really knowing if I’m overriding, or confirming.

I saw a shootingstar back there, and I know not my wish that I had made…

Screw fall


Apparently the chestnuts in our alley decided to skip fall and winter, and go to spring directly.

At least partially…


Our little rooftop refuge. Yes the roses are missing as of yet, but their next bloom is due in a few days and I will upload it then. If I’m lucky and the Waterlilly is still/again blooming there will be pictures of it too. And of the huge limetree/basswood/linden across the street. (Just so you know where my “Lavender & Roses” post came from…)




As Time Goes By…

A wee bit over four weeks ago I wrote in in my private Log:

“The leaves of the chestnuttrees are comming out, a few days ago there were only buds, now they are here, soon the blossoms will appear, out of nowhere. Again, like colored cones of blossoms and petals in mmore detail, they will rise out of this new baldachin of green into the night sky above, drenched in strange, lively light by the streetlamp.”

I was right. The blossoms are here now, and just as my memory of last year spring had told me, the strange light of the streetlamp is illuminating the cone of blossoms in a lively way at night. And it reminds me on how fast time passes.

A few have been torn off by the storm two days ago, an army of petals and blossoms wanders around, surrounds your feet with each step.


Those last ten weeks before my son will be born will be over before I know, though right now, it seems like a very long time.

A little update on my writing: I’m hard at it, and much like the chaotic unpredictable movement of the petal waves on the asphalt – the story writhes in my hands and takes its own turns. Still within certain boundaries that I have set forth, but yet things happen that I had not intended originally.

Well. Worse things could happen 😉

Fair day friends,