bulles

chocolate. bad sleep. weird dreams. a visit to the waste reception center. stiff all over. tenis elbows (both arms). champagne. a car full like an egg. last minute gift-wrapping. more chocolate. zelda. cats' cuddles. more champagne. naps in the couch. bad house-keeping. too much chocolate. damaged hair. practically no photographs. no reading. zelda. no school work. too much champagne.

Jardin

I'd love to have a garden. But i don't feel safe in a house. I lived in one for several years and could not enjoy being out of it. I felt "exposed". People passing by. Who open the front gate (because the bell was on the door) to come and ask something, to come and try to sell something. I never felt comfortable in this space that wasn't really private.

The balcony is my garden. And even there i like to not be seen. The one i have now opens on a piece of lawn, with very few persons walking by. In a short distance there's a house, trees, a street, a path that leads to gardens owned by the city and where people grow their vegetables. No one to ask or sell anything. Very few cars. Dogs walking humans. Bicycles. Two roosters singing (one needs cough syrup) from 4am to 8pm. The church bells and its different little tunes.

My "garden" is a private place but i don't feel cut off when i'm there.

I try to have only simple flowers. Ones i'll know how to take care of. In other words, that don't need much.
















I grew little tomatoes. they are very sweet, not acid at all.