dirty hands are happy hands. this kind of dirty is therapeutical. doing some gardening coming back from work helps one to refocuse somehow, to feel a kind of tranquility in the methodic, organic movements of making the plants’ life happier. the sight of living things struggling to grow amazes me all the time.
there are so many kinds of gardens. but the best kind you can find all around you – people growing, developing, blooming. some need more help than others. some need more “weeding” done, others are easily taken care of. we do all need gardeners in this process, to make it more beautiful, more meaningful.
uma das prendas de natal favoritas chegou hoje – este retrato fantástico feito pelo Sam, o nosso afilhado. acho que ficámos favorecidos… e nem a alice nem a gertrudes [a tartaruga] foram esquecidas.
one of my favorite christmas gifts arrived today – this wonderful portrait done by our godson Sam. i think we look better than in real life… not even alice or gertrudes [the turtle] were forgotten.
morar no campo é um sonho antigo, mas uma das vantagens de morar actualmente num 8º andar é a vista privilegiada sobre uma tempestade.
to live on the country side is an old dream, but one of the advantages of currently living on an 8th floor is a privileged view of a storm.