Last May photos

It’s time again to see my last clicks of the past month. Here are four last photos taken with my camera. Our next-door neighbours want to know from where the wind blows. At first I thought it was just a decoration, or that they want everybody to know that it’s us who have the horses,

May 2022

Last May was an easy-to-file-away month. It started with one-day visitors on Day 1 but then it got really empty really quick, until Day 31 when I met Flavia for the last time, so far. So I had all the time in the world to observe poppies in the greens turn to browns and reds.

Last photo of May

I took my camera on the dog walk specifically with the purpose of taking photos of this rose bush, and as I approached it I realised it was the late afternoon on the last of May. And two days later I was already in Piran, Slovenia, where I will stay for a while. I hope

Just flowers

My favourite kind of flowers are those that are still growing. All these were growing last May here in southern Tuscany. Okay, the Ukraine had to win the Eurovision Song Contest. And now I’m so extremely interested in seeing whether the league and the system will let Luka and the Mavs win tonight and eliminate

Friendly Friday leading cat lines

This post is really an excuse to show Sarah the cats around my home last May. Hopefully certain lines that lead to cats will be noticeable. Whatever you do, never learn photography from me. I promised Friendly Friday Sarah to do my best in finding leading lines in my photos, but then I got distracted

Wordless Wednesday with our May 1st

Happy Wednesday! This day in my blogging history

May 2021

The selection was not easy, but here are twenty photos from last May for my Calendar. Frankly, I could easily post nothing but twenty photos of poppies, twenty of other flowers, twenty of animals, or twenty from my two day trips. Here is a bit of everything then. May is possibly the prettiest month around

Bottlebrush progression

May is the month when bottlebrush (Callistemon) starts to bloom around here in Tuscany and one bush is conveniently placed in a garden just behind our home. This is how it went last May. And if you are impatiently waiting to flower, think about what Denise Riley wrote about it in the essay “Lyric Shame”