All You Need Is Love...

True love stories never have endings.

(Richard Bach)

 

All you need is love but a little chocolate now and then does not hurt...

 

(Charles M. Schulz)

40 years of marriage
Celebrated on 19th of July...
On two continents...
With a little champagne and some chocolates.

Thank goodness for SKYPE!!

Wisdom...

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Wisdom is a pearl found only in still waters.

Memories...

It is said that memories define us and shape us. Amongst those I would rate letters and postcards, little notes to remind us of special occasions or just quotes...and those souls we touched and cannot forget...

Of course...

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains, another a moonlit beach, a third a family get together...

'Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mine hidden under the weedy mass of years.
Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.'

(Source Here)

For me it is often colours, field flowers or more particularly the dried flowers bouquets my Grandmother placed around the house. An avid walker, she always came home with a few blooms picked along the country roads...

Then there is the bakeries...Ah the smell of fresh baked bread...and the choices...

And the visual memories...

Let's not forget the chocolates of our childhood...

Sharing a little of what I am rediscovering little by little...

Until the next time,

Celebration...

When you are absent for many years from home, you tend to forget certain events but the story behind this remembrance is well enconsced in my memory as a moment of pride for the nation I call mine.

A little background history:

For centuries the lowlands known as Flanders were under the rule of other nations. Known for their cloth industry worked mainly with English wool, Flemish weavers produced high-quality textiles, their largest centres located in Ghent and at Ypres.

Until the 13th century Flemish merchants conducted their trade outside of what is known as Belgium today, later on developing a lucrative market for their cloths in the Flanders, and thus the seaport of Brugge became a centre of world commerce.

Ever rebelling against outside rulers, the Flemings of Brugge massacred the town’s French garrison (an event known as the Matins of Brugge) in 1302, and King Philip sent his powerful French army into Flanders to take revenge. The Flemings, however, inflicted a disastrous defeat on this army on 11 July, 1302. The spurs taken from the fallen French knights formed the trophy that gave the battle its name: The Battle Of The Spurs.

This victory saved Flanders from French occupation, and France formally recognized Flemish independence in 1305.

Source Google (HERE)

And for those who know MAC the Corgi, it is said one or more of his ancestors probably traveled to Britain with those weavers and were then bred as herders...now to be known as Pembroke Welsh Corgis.

Until the next time,

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I find myself in a romantic mood and wondering...

If I strewed the path from here to there with all the flowers of Spring, would you follow it and find the way to me?
Would you try?

Happy Sunday,