Anyway, since I am here already and hate changes (capice?) I will place the following photos taken by me since my last visit here. BUT, I must say: blogger.com.... Please stop changing established formulas. You get people to run away from you.
my new hairdo:
On May 12th, night herons waiting for the fishermen to catch fish:
That same evening, a demonstration against social injustice. As if it can change anything, hahahahaha
Some more photos from the morning preceding this event:
The Honeysuckle, Kamperfoelie, Ya'ara Yapanit... The magnificent:
And again:
This creature was born not long before I reached Animal Prison. His mom's butt was still covered in blood and its navel-cord was still hanging under his belly:
Klaas is a spoiled dog. It doesn't show because he is just too sweet. But, he is. So here he is showing that he's really in need of some sunglasses: (in his opinion)
The ever gorgeous Passionflower:
Now blooming
Queen Anne's Lace. So delicate. Real Royalty...
Flowers on the Tobacco Tree. Ever since then I am trying to spot the tobacco but can't find it...
At Rabin Square on the eve of the demonstration. The fountain floodlighted:
On route to the demonstration I saw this:
what does it mean? I have no clue.
Before evening set in on the bridge over the Yarkon:
Last week Hana was my guest here tho I'd like to think I never have guests but people who feel home in this apartment. We set out on a shortened walk (due to her trombosis legs) and this is what I found in the toilets:
The Dutchman's Pipe:
And... Hana. Who sorta got a like of my the photos I take of her:
Doesn't she look like a real lady in that hat of hers?!!!
I found this little mystery between leaves of a hedge. Didn't have an idea of what it is but doesn't this look like a cocoon?
Of course Klaas got stuck in the flower bushes (where he does his tribal dance). These photos are showing the result (he didn't like)
A Lark or Sparrow - I really can't tell the difference sometimes...
And, Mr. Night-Heron showing off. Not really... He just was afraid of me. Makes me wonder: why? I hardly hurt a fly:
The Peacock... He REALLY made that noise that is supposed to impress a mate (female)
I see a Peacock and think of my mom :-(
She used to remind millions of times she once had a skirt with peacock feathers painted on it. It was her pride and joy. I still have that photo.
The sweet smelling Oleander. Tho the white one is smelling more to my taste:
The fragrance of this very tiny flower one really has to smell for oneself. It is delicate and oriental. And very, very good:
Tomorrow is Shevuot. I am going to spend it with my daughter, her husband and my grandchildren. Though my future is very unsure due to the unsuccessful search for a job that I need in order to keep a roof over my head, I feel so terribly warm around my heart. The love I receive from daughter and son in law and grandchildren honestly make up so much for the bitter disappointment of my son disconnecting from me and the problems that keep me awake at night due the unknown future relating to finance...
I LOVE my children., I LOVE my grandchildren. They are the pride and joy of my existence. Without them I am nothing. I am not.
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