"By nature, especially as a human being, my interests are not independent of others. My happiness depends on others' happiness. So when I see happy people, automatically I also feel a little bit happier than when I see people in a difficult situation" - The Dalai Lama's Little Book of Wisdom
 Quando corpus morietur, fac, ut animae donetur, Quando corpus morietur, fac, ut animae donetur paradisi gloria, paradisi gloria. "I'm a man who hates things that are not clearly defined, cloudy water, weak coffee" - M. Vargas Llosa “You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”- Pablo Neruda Buddha once held up a flower to his disciples and asked each of them to say something about it. One pronounced a lecture. Another a poem. Yet another a parable. Each trying to outdo the other in depth and erudition. Mahakashyap smiled and said nothing. Only he had seen the flower. Anthony de Mello: The Song of the Bird, "Label makers" In vain the am'rous flute and soft guitar, jointly labour to inspire wanton heart and loose desire, whilst thy chaste airs do gently move, seraphic flames and heav'nly love. Henry Purcell: "Hail bright Cecilia!" Ode for St. Cecilia's Day  The world is divided into two classes, those who believe the indcredible, and those who do the improbale. Oscar WIlde Autumn is like an old book: Marred spines turn mean yellow, staples rust red-orange. Every stained page is stressed by a splat of color. Rough-red, like an old tavern, we become hungry birds and prepare for fall. Shape and shadow are candied citron as lanterns turn bitter yellow. Autumn is a red fox, a goblet filled with dark wine, a hot chilli pepper with smoky eyes. Pressed leaves take in the colors of seafood paella and saffron; these leaves are like death, climaxing with a smile. Autumn: Her dress is a net of mussels; dark shelled, it covers up summer’s weatherbeaten body. So pull out your boots and stand on an aged, wood floor like an evergreen. Mary Hamrick : "Autumn"  
Sicilian refers to the region, Honey speaks about the nectar secreted by the flowers, Garlic points out the family bonds. But there is not a single hint in the common name of Nectaroscordum siculum that might reveal the skunky smell the plant (especially its leaves) gives off when bruised. But who wants to intentionally injure the fancy twisted leaves of this exceptionally ornamental garlic to be repelled by the odour? Nobody. But everybody is or will be enchanted by the elegant air Nectaroscordum brings to every garden, even the smallest one. This species deserves our attention if we care for reliable, ornamental and unusual plants and want to look after them in the garden. Although the list of such individuals is long, why not start with Sicilian Honey Garlic? There is a time of the year when it seems that fragments of the sky are scattered on the ground and they appear to be bluer than the bluest heavens. It's squill woken up by a spring sun rays, opening its bijou but unbelievably cobalt flowers. In chorus, the air above the fields begins to fill with honey-like smell and the eyes do not have enough of the golden yellow catkins, the culprit of that commotion. Unnoticeable until yesterday, now goat willow is becoming fluffier and fluffier with every hour. Blue squill like peace, yellow catkins like ripen cereal. A beautiful couple. |
 AuthorI was destined to be born gardener. In order to become a professional one I had to enjoy years of studying at various schools and universities... read more Archives
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