As I told you several times, my husband travels a lot.
Well, yesterday night he come from one of his trips and brought me two dozens of red roses ! ! !
I immediately took some pictures and this morning I took a load of them again but today sometimes I couldn't capture the colour so well and it come a bit orange. They are such a deep dark red but the light makes them look not so dark in the pictures. I must try again.
Well, I think you will have rose pictures for a while because I can't stop taking pictures of these roses and I will post a lot of them.
Well, another cake. Yesterday we went with the birthday girl and her friends to that place I told you to play. It's a place where there is people taking care of the children and lots of things to play with. They did quite a lot of playing and then they went to eat sandwiches, etc, including ice cream and cake. This was the decoration she choose, in advance, to her cake. It was very good and they were all so happy.
One of my girls is 9 years old now. Her birthday was yesterday. She took a cake to school to eat with her friends and teacher and we had another at my mother's - I think next year I will stop buying her childish cakes but they are so nice...
As you can guess, she is still on that birthday mood and very happy. Her favorite present was a watch my mother gave her. She felt so grown up.
Tomorow she will have a party at a place we have here where they make children birthday parties. Children can play for two hours and after that, have "tea" that includes sandwiches (several), juice, crisps, birthday cake and ice cream. This is so popular among children that they are always hopping to be invited for a party there. So, tomorow will be a happy day.
Elvis Costello - from Notting Hill Soundtrack Written by Charles Aznavour and Herbert Kretzmer
She may be the face I can't forget The trace of pleasure or regret Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell She may be the mirror of my dreams A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell....
She, who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry She maybe the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows in the past That I remember 'till the day I die
She maybe the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is She....She Oh, she....
So beautiful. I think it's one of the most beautiful musics ever made.