In the Grass by the Lake

I know it's not a good time for blogging, and this one has no more point to exist, but somehow I can't leave this blog, even if I tried.

I like taking pictures of insects and animals, it's demanding enough to prevent me from thinking of anything else, and makes me feel close to them.

A Reunion

Seven of my former students who had graduated 12 years ago invited me to a small reunion last week. At first I refused, but then one of my favourite students called and said: you have to come and see us, we are so grown up and handsome we can't believe it ourselves, we got flowers for you, or tell us the address and we'll all come over. They had only invited me and their class tutor, but she is retired and was out of town.
So, I went to meet them- and she was right. They were all not just adults, but mature: the way they spoke about their lives, their plans. Successful with their studies, their jobs, most of them married, two even parents. I was proud of them.
I never post personal photos here, but here I am with the girls.It was a very affectionate and touching reunion and after I came home (they drove me because of all those flowers!) I thought I must have done something very good all those years ago. I don't know what, but it sure was something very good.

Anniversary Trip

In 1986, when the staying in NATO poll was held, we voted by mail and went on a trip to Oropesa.
We liked the small village, el Parador, the landscape around and the people. I was given a revival of this moment for our 24th anniversay. Here are some moments.
Places have changed because a lot of restauration work has ben done, but the general atmosphere remains the same. and I liked it again.

Forever

An image for this and a symbol for us.

Peaceful moments

Being on holidays is not so bad, on a cool rainy morning. I've been cooking without hurry and watching TV at the same time (chicken and olives for Sorin, he suddenly craved for that, and pasta with zucchini for me) while Frodo was desperately trying to steal an olive and play with it as soon as I turned my back to her. She got slapped every time, so now she got tired. As you can see on her face, she is holding grudge. What she does not know is that I saved an olive for her and she'll get it when she wakes up and my work in the kitchen is finished. Most of the cats love olives, the smell, probably.
I have to clean the kitchen a bit and then- the balcony, a blanket-yes, it's that cool!- the laptop, a new book, the flowers, the cat. Who said holidays were bad?
Enjoy yours!