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Rain is pouring down outside my window, and the weather forecast has nothing but rain to promise for the coming days. The only good thing to say about all this rain is that it melts away the snow. In super speed.
I am having a quiet week, in the afternoons and night that is. After dinner I do the dishes, I have a short nap, then Terje and I have a cup of coffee while we watch the news.....and then it is time to climb the stairs up to my blue studio on the first floor.
Here books, writing, my MacBook, letters, blogging, a photo project and a few other pasttimes are waiting me. The night is mine.
I was writing an email to a friend last night when I remember that I had promised to send her links from my garden blogging from Madeira.
Then I realised that I never actually blogged from the main garden we visited. The one in Funchal. The one I can´t remember the name of right now (I know, my subconscious will work it out eventually, I guess I will dream about lush gardens of Madeira tonight)
So here I am. Listening to the rain drumming on the roof. Looking through hundreds of photos from Madeira.
Dreaming of travels.
Always dreaming of travels.
And while working on this post I see that there was another garden, also in Funcal, which was even more beautiful than this one. And no blog post from this other garden either.....
Well, there is one thing I know for sure....
....I will never run out of ideas for new blog posts.
There is always yet another grape to pick.
Always another garden to show.
Yes, I know, I have some strange collections:
What do you collect?