Since a small storm and a big rain it’s been lovely here in Piran. This is the Garden of Eden and Druga in twelve images from yesterday. As for the Olympics, I keep on whistling and sighing in pleasure.
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Since I last mentioned the Olympic medal count of the 2-million Slovenia, judo fighter Tina Trstenjak first added a silver to make it a neat set with one of each, and then yesterday came the hour of the guy who looked like this one month ago:
Cyclist Primož Roglič fell badly early in Tour de France one month ago, and posed smiling like this even though he was not only hurt but also naked. He continued but eventually had to retire from the race.
Yesterday karma was the gold medal in the Olympic individual time trial race where Roglič beat everybody by a minute. The way he kept going even after he crossed the finish line told a few things about his last month and how happy he is now that he is finally no longer hurting. Two golds down, how gold can we go?

Today, while no new medal, team Slovenia won also their second basketball game, against Japan by 35 points, and are now looking forward to play Spain on Sunday. I must admit that it pleases me when I see Americans complain that their national TV didn’t broadcast the game. The time has come when Americans are staying awake, wishing to watch Slovenia play. Who is the Dream Team now?
In the meantime, I have selected a new big bold theme for my new blog and am getting everything ready for the launch which will happen soon. The blog will be here: https://manjameximexcessive6.wordpress.com/. Once launched, you will need to find the follow button again, since this blog will be closed and posts will no longer be added here, only there.
And now I wish to show you our paradise now, that is yesterday. This is my parents’ garden in Piran, called The Garden of Eden (one man) and Druga (another woman), worked with love and grown with permissiveness, just like us kids. There is gigantic produce, yellow bees and a big bold moth that was sitting pretty and posing, possibly smiling too.
Come over, sit down and have a look.

The wishing well with mama’s stones. 
Bestia in paradise. 
Almost ready for the picking. 
Gigantic. Father decided it was time. 
The same one later. One kilo and counting. Iskra used to be mom’s employer. 
This zucchini plant is trying to escape to the neighbour. 
Making bees happy. 
And yellow. 
Purple coneflowers under the palm tree. 
A mysterious moth on a kiwi leaf. Paradise now. 
No goodbye yet, blue sky.
This day in my blogging history



Garden of Eden, indeed! And I’m pleased for you that Slovenia are doing well in the Olympics!!
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Thank you, Sue! The medal count has stopped but it’s not over…
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Garden of Eden indeed! It looks very cool in the shade and inviting there. How delicious was that homegrown tomato? I love tomatoes.
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Thank you, Deborah. Ever since little I can’t stand raw tomatoes… In Italy I have learned to love red sauces though. Or I wouldn’t survive. 😀
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LOL! I would expect that most things have a red sauce on it in Italy.
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Ah, a piece of heaven, Manja! And bestia a warden spirit? That tomato looks gorgeous…and love it that Slevenia is doing well in the olympics!
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Hi, Leya! “Slevenia” is doing well, but just now your discus thrower won in a splendid fashion while our medal-hopeful will have to be pleased with the 5th place. Don’t miss my new blog!
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Yes, I listened to it on the radio! And no, I wouldn’t miss your blog for anything!
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You are mentioned in my today’s post there as one of my first 20 followers. Thank you!!
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😀
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A 10 kilo tomato? Wow! 🙂
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That would be really crazy, Lynette! 😀 This one was just over one kilo, 1087 grams. 😉
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Sorry, I should have typed “1 kilo.” But still, wow!
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A lovely garden I could sit in. How did the tomato taste I bet Dad kept the seeds. 🙂 🙂
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Thank you, Bushboy! He made the passata and we tasted it in a sort of zucchini lasagne without pasta. 😀 I don’t know about the seeds though…
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That sound fabulous. I hope he did keep the seeds from such a fine specimen 🙂
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He said that he threw all the remains to the compost heap. 😀 They might grow…
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The compost heap always grows tomatoes so maybe why that one was so big 🙂
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Love all the heart stones ♡
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Thank you most kindly, Bonnie. They are mom’s passion. 🙂
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It does look like the Garden of Eden! And a wishing well! I need one of those too.
Americans love basketball. No national boundaries involved.
And that owl! (K)
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Thank you, K. Oh, I know that you do. You know good game. A wishing well! That’s it. Need to test it now.
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You’re the dream team. Honestly.
Primož, dear, that was very painful to watch.
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Ahh, Bojana! ❤ Much love for your words and sentiments. No new medals since, a couple of guys were fifth (in table tennis and discus throw), a girl was 7th. I saw that your 3×3 guys were bronze. Tomorrow – Spain.
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Yeah. They’re disappointed, but I think it’s a huge success.
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For sure it is!
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