This weekend was the first day of spring and World Poetry Day. In the poem a whole lot of gibberish, and in the photos some growth, including the first and the second, quarantined, poppy of the year.
It’s the dawn
of the new
In other news, the day that starts with a terrible earthquake in Zagreb, the capital of Croatia, the neighbour of my Slovenia, cannot be a good day even so. There are injured, great damage, at least one casualty, and the tip of the Cathedral spire fell down. And you know what is between Ljubljana and Zagreb? Slovenian nuclear power plant, that’s what.
There is a photo that says it all: evacuated new mothers with masks on. Imagine: you’ve just given birth in the quarantine and then a 5+ earthquake wakes you up and you have to go out in the street. And then it starts to snow.
Comparably, here it’s paradise.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #224: Awe