Screams Before Silence(YouTube)

I think I failed to copy the video. It is on YouTube. Look for it. It's hard to watch but it's important. Especially to some anti-Semitic women around here. And that still doesn't tell the whole story.

Far from Denmark.

 It is one of the most beautiful and magical things in nature, the little yellow flower and the pink and white flower, both very small growing in the garden, almost invisible but suddenly you notice their beauty, and in contrast to them the hollyhock, which is hard not to see right away, tall and towering, it came to the garden uninvited, but immediately took over Everyone. It's the first one to notice.

I started with my garden a few years ago when I saw pictures of a garden in Denmark, only green plants in all kinds of shades, also some red and silver, I thought it was lovely and I wanted a garden like that too. I don't know anything about gardening but I tried, I bought all kinds of plants and made the attempt, it was partially successful because this is not Denmark.                                                                          Because of the partial success I also started adding flowers, also because I love flowers, and also because in the end it doesn't look like that garden in Denmark.                                                                              This is not the first nor the last case where I did things with the belief that something different could be created here, I make many analogies in this regard to my journey in blogland, but about that another time.

In the meantime, my garden is beautiful in a way that suits it, far from Denmark, suffering from hot days, (40c yesterday), dust storms and more, but I take care of it.

Saturday morning

 I take pictures with my iPhone with one click, sometimes it turns out well and sometimes it's less like these pictures.

The bougainvillea that takes over the olive tree at the entrance to the house. The cats who love the garden. The irises that started to bloom and this strange plant that I don't know the name of.

It's almost midnight

 For several days now I have been trying to forget the night between Saturday and Sunday. People talk about this night like women talk about the birth of their child, repeating the story over and over again, what a great miracle happened to us, how great the fear was.

 cruise missiles and hundreds of unmanned aerial vehicles with tons of explosives, passed over our heads with a noise   of which we had never heard, it was unlike any previous sounds of war, and the fear, such as we had never known before,

And then the feeling that a miracle really happened to us, here we are still here intact.

I'm so sorry that I just read the blog of someone who I was trying to find a common language with in the last few days and I didn't succeed because she really hates Israel.

She bases herself on false information and spreads it on her blog and there will always be others who join her,

It's almost midnight and tomorrow will be another day.                                                                                                       I'm so tired and hurt by these lies, tomorrow I might write a more coherent post.

waiting

Waiting for the Iranians. I bought a few bottles of water, I didn't buy a home generator, radio batteries, canned food or toilet paper. There are many people who have done this. I'll deal with whatever happens, I hope so. It might be the worst or it might be nothing.

For a week everything around was green and blooming, a week of 30 degrees Celsius dries everything and awakens us from the illusion that we are in another country. Everything starts to turn yellow.

And this is my garden which also has a bloom that is starting to disappear.