Sunday, March 17, 2024
Sunday, December 10, 2023
Black birds.
Saturday, March 11, 2023
Daphne.
Daphne (Δάφνη) (Dáphnē) means 'laurel'. She was nymph in Greek myths and legends. Her father was Peneus or Ladon. Her mother was Creusa or Gaia.
Daphne met with Apollo. Also, she was turned into a laurel.
Thursday, February 2, 2023
Literature. Part ninety five.
“The Nightingale and the Rose” by Oscar Wilde.
Once upon a time there was a young man. He was a student. The student was in love with a young girl.
He wanted to give her a red rose. But this flower wasn’t in his garden.
Nightingale decided to help the student with a red rose. For this he sang, but then the bird died.
The student took the flower and went to the girl. But she rejected the rose and the student.
Saturday, September 10, 2022
Saturday, June 11, 2022
Friday, March 4, 2022
Literature. Part eighty four.
“The Daisy” by Hans Christian Andersen.
Once upon a time there was a flower daisy. It grew among other beautiful flowers. The daisy was happy about the sun.
Also, little daisy befriended the bird. The bird sang for the daisy, and the daisy listened to the song of the bird.
Once the bird was caught and put in a cage. The daisy looked at the bird from the garden.
Then the daisy got to the bird in the cage. After a while they died.
Sunday, December 5, 2021
Sunday, August 22, 2021
Sunday, December 20, 2020
Hyacinth.
Hyacinth (Ὑάκινθος) (Huákinthos) was a hero in Greek mythology. He was popular in Sparta.
Oebalus (Οἴβαλος), king of Sparta, was Hyacinth's father. Or his father was Pierus (Πίερος). His mother was Clio (Κλειώ) or Diomedes (Διομήδη).
Hyacinth was a very beautiful prince. He was admired by Zephyrus, west wind. Also, Hyacinth had relationships with Apollo (Ἀπόλλων).
Spartan prince was killed by Apollo. He accidentally hit Hyacinth with a discus.
There is a plant named Hyacinth.
Source of image:
https://www.shutterstock.com/es/image-illustration/violet-flowering-hyacinth-watercolor-flower-1261793959
Wednesday, November 18, 2020
Tuesday, April 28, 2020
Tales from childhood: First we don’t appreciate things, then we feel regret about it.
On the windowsill little Sophie had a pot with flowers. Her grandmother bought it for Sophie, at the end of third grade. This plant was unusual for granny.
“Your flower had many green leaves and bright petals. But color of it is pink,” grandmother said to Sophie.
“This is a simple plant. My flower requires a lot of troubles. Similar weeds grow in the garden, too.” little Sophie said with a smirk.
But the home flower gave a wonderful aroma. Sophie’s granny regularly watered it. Sophie didn’t like this deal. She was afraid to pour water on the carpet.
Also, Sophie thought that the beautiful flower has more problems than it was worth. The petals often fell on the windowsill and carpet.
“Oh! Today my room is full of garbage again!” Sophie wailed when she found pink petal or green stalk from her flower.
Despite this, somewhere deep down Sophie loved this flower.
After watering the ground in the pot became wet. Then little Sophie felt the smell of nature. It smelled like a light summer air.
But unfortunately flower wilted. Sophie and her grandmother tried to save their plant. They transplanted flower. It didn’t help. In Sophie’s room there was no longer a pleasant aroma and a beautiful plant.
Just now she did realize how was important the flower was for her. Sophie had a simple windowsill. Lacking only aroma and beauty.
“I miss my flower!” Sophie thought.
Now little Sophie tried to value things which were near.
Source of image:
https://www.shutterstock.com/image-photo/colorful-cyclamen-flowers-rectangular-pot-isolated-720392536
