“Rosehips in a vase” oil on Canvas.from: http://www.wikigallery.org/
My morning coffee is the time to think about the day to come , about plans and new ideas, about things I just have to do and about the pleasant moments I wish to make today, about the sorrows and joy to come. It is the time of a day I need to be completly alone, slowly sipping my coffee to leave the dreams of the night and to enter the new day . This morning my coffee itself was like a dream, painted landscape from the small cup embraced me suddenly, I stepped into a tiny porcelain village, staring at the blue porcelain sea under blue porcelain sky, black dots, porcelain birds flew from somewhere. Then a breeze came, bringing fresh smell from the mountains, smell of the trees, flowers, forest. Staring to the painted landscape on my cup I noticed some trees, bushes, a garden perhaps. It felt like walking in a fairy, and I was wandering what the sorrows of the porcelain people in the morning would be. Tomorrow morning, when I come back to the porcelain land they might tell me……
Today afternoon I’ve been gardening with my friends again. Remember how excited we were this spring? I am happy to announce, things are under control even in the middle of the gardening season. The recipe? I think it is in the fact, that we do not take it too seriously, I mean, we all like to come to our garden, we like to work there much better as going to fitness class, we like learning new skills and green theory, but great part of our gardening is also having a coffee together, talking new sorts to plant and good recipes to try with our harvest. Then we do battle weeds, too, but again, not too seriously, and it turns out to be a good idea-our beds are green (there are some weeds around) despite hot days, a reasonable amount of weeds gives some shade and protection to young plants, I guess. We did some mistakes, too, but that’s learning by doing (mistakes). The biggest was we planted different sorts of zucchini and pumpkins all the place around. We simply were not able to resist to that many sorts and we were even less able to decide which would be the best. The consequence of this liberal attitude is now clear to each one passing our garden, vines of different pumpkins, growing here and there without a logical pattern seem as an alien invasion. By now the broccoli and red beets have already lost their territories, yellow pumpkin flowers shine from all angles of our amateur gardening experiment. But then we planted many flowers, too, and when the sun shines bright all the garden looks as a big bouquet! I wanted to make some pictures today, but it started to rain . By the next time when I make some pics to post, have,please, a look on how versatile homegrown vegetables are !
When I remember Capri I remember lemon trees. Blue blue sky, azure sea and yellow, yellow lemons on the trees. I brought some lemons home from Capri. As they were gone I felt so sad not having any good photos of Capri lemon trees. I had photos of Capri lemons, even of ceramic ones, but of no lemon trees. Searching net for nice pictures of lemon trees I’ve found a picture as bright as those lemons from Capri. And I’ve discovered a great American artist,Charles Demuth. His art makes me happy, as those lemon trees from Capri did.
“Zinnias and a Blue Dish with Lemons” oil on Canvas. Charles Demuth, 1924, from:http://www.wikigallery.org/wiki/painting_239022/Charles-Demuth/page-1
The boat ride from Sorrento, Charles Demuth, from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Demuth_Charles_The_Boat_Ride_from_Sorrento.jpg
“Spring Gardeners Digging And Planting A Formal Garden” oil on Canvas. Pieter The Younger Brueghel from: http://www.wikigallery.org/wiki/painting_364368/Pieter-The-Younger-Brueghel/page-1
There were many beautiful illustrations in the old zoological textbook I wrote about in my last post. Today I’ve picked some illustrious examples of what is known as masquerade or mimesis. Basically, prey animals during evolution developed mechanisms, to camouflage and have higher surveillance rates. Mimetic animals look like something else, not interesting to the predator, like bark, twig, leaf or even lichen. You have the examples on the pictures above, they are actuary full of mother nature’s wit. But could it be presumed, that mimesis is a form of aggressive influential behaviour? Meaning ,that flora in general, is in a way pushing other species to try to survive by being more flora like. Which in turn ends in better surveillance rates of real flora, as the, so to say, fake mimetic subjects de facto are ”incompetent plants”? Would like to hear your opinion about this science-fiction idea!
Fall colours bring the last sun before winter.But before forests turn their foliage to yellowish part of the spectre the last summer flowers pretend this summer will never end.Zinnias make even this little garden an oasis of summer,delivering a piece of colour memoirs to those passing by. I’ve remembered little zinnia bouquets from the food market that we loved so much, that we kept buying them until we believed they are nothing special and traded them for some fancy flowers in trend.What a pity a human eye recognizes colours but the meanings remain unseen just too often……
Johann Gottfried Zinn was born in Schwabach. Considering his short life span, Zinn made a great contribution to the study of anatomy. In his book Descriptio anatomica oculi humani, he provided the first detailed and comprehensive anatomy of the human eye.
In addition to his medical career, Zinn was also an ardent botanist. In 1750, the German Ambassador to Mexico sent Zinn some seeds of mal de ojos, which was considered a weed in Mexico, but the plant briefly aroused interest in Germany. 
Botanist Carolus Linnaeus designated a genus of flowers in the family Asteraceaenative from Mexico as Zinnia in his honour. Zinnia was introduced to Europe in 1613. from :http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johann_Gottfried_Zinn
|Zinnia × hybrida flower and foliage|
|Zinnia peruviana (L.) L.|
Chicory is quiet an unnoticeable plant ,surviving where streets end, sometimes even trying to invade side walks, growing in the corners of kindergarten playgrounds and behind shopping moles where city lawns meet native plants.But when it starts to flower , then it is seen afar. Sky-blue flowers look as small oceans of blue colour , transforming weed-like into sky-like. Once far ago I wanted to have this beauty with me, at home, so I picked a big bouquet and put it in a vase . How disappointed was I ,recognizing chicory is no cut-flower plant, nice blue petals shrank and my bouquet was a sad one. Since then I admire chicory there, where I find it!
The chicory plant is one of the earliest cited in recorded literature. Horace mentions it in reference to his own diet, which he describes as very simple: “Me pascunt olivae, me cichorea, me malvae” (“As for me, olives, endives, and mallows provide sustenance”) from: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicory
Horatius reads before Maecenas, Fyodor Andreyevich Bronnikov (1827–1902), from: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Fedor_Bronnikov_014.jpg
A big, old elder grows in the corner of our garden. No none knows, who has planted it. No one even notices it, growing there. Yet each year, in early summer, elder steps out from his corner, its milliard of tiny yellowish white flower stars bring fresh smell telling summer is here to everyone entering the garden. What is the flavour of this smell like? It is a glass of sweet elder syrup on ice with a slice of a lemon sipped in dark shade reading a good book and enjoying hot summer days. Year after year, summer after summer ,it is the same smell pretending to be the sweetest elder syrup we sip late into winter to remember great days of last summer. When little white stars fade away one always knows, next year the elder will flower again, as an old clock, telling the summer is here …
“The watchmaker” oil on Canvas. Charles Spencelayh from: http://www.wikigallery.org/wiki/painting_284554/Charles-Spencelayh/The-watchmaker
In Greek mythology Hyacinth was a divine hero.His cult dates from the Mycenaean era .When Hyacinth was killed by Zephyrus, Olymp made flower from the spilled blood of Hyacinth.As this myth talks about death and rebirth of nature hyacinth flower is the one deserving this name indeed.Each year, after winter ,the bulb produces one of the first spring flowers,in wonderful colours smelling as coming from eternity,giving us hope that after cold winter spring is bringing new chance to everyone………Mozart at only eleven years, in 1767, wrote opera based on Hyacinth story-Apollo and Hyacinthus. From the same time originates also book about rare flowers with botanical illustration of Hyacinth (see link below)…….after 255 springs Mozart music still brings spring, as does hyacinth flower-but I wonder how is with rebirth of Hyacinthus viridis from mentioned botanical illustration , is it extinct yet or hopefully not?
hyacinth-old botanical illustration