Fragile moments of thought and beauty illuminated by your words as brilliant as the sun filtering through the church window.
What wonderful writing!
How fortunate you are to spend your days in this tranquil place but, even more, that you are blessed with the sentience to notice, appreciate and bring to life the simple majesty for your readers.
I absorbed every word, reading slowly to allow the imagery you so elegantly described settle into my mind. I am charmed beyond words!
Thank you for the gift.
PS Do you see yourself in the old man on the bench, years down the road?
Alex, I would have loved to have been on your walk to the bakery with you! We would have gone back to your house and had tea (or coffee) with the baked goods and you would’ve talked like you write: painting pictures like Van Gogh did😊
So pleased you are enjoying the slower pace of Spring at your home, selected from so many possibilities to which you have been exposed. Thank you for taking us on your detailed nature walk around your lovely village. It is so comforting to know you are home for the present at least with time to enjoy your special island. ✍️
The Sonoran Desert laughs in wildflowers: Apricot Mallow, Poppies, Asters, Marigolds and Chuparosa, to name a few. Mourning Doves make their nests wherever they can. One has laid her eggs in my entryway, and I am diverting deliveries to the side door. She is not impressed. Spring has arrived and a sense of renewal seems possible.
Your article reminds me again of The White Rabbit: I'm late, I'm late for a very important date. So much to do, so little time. Yet you slow down to share images of your island in real time, far from the madding crowd. From artists to architecture to blooms of Spring to birds returning with an agenda. Mother nature is busy.
"There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground." A passion that is grounded I feel is one of yours. This unique style of reflecting on everyday wonders surrounding us reminds me to let the beauty we love be what we do. I think perhaps the older man in the faded raincoat is living proof?
Oh, I loved this so much! Makes me want to visit your beautiful island (but only when the ‘other tourist’ are not there 😉). I will share this story with my daughter who will visit her father in Holland the last week in April. She has not yet visited Schouwen-Duiveland but, I bet she will want to once she reads this wonderful description!
As always, thank you for sharing your charming places and experiences with us.
So many lines in this piece are treasures. You paint with words and take my breath away. Thank you!
Thank you for taking me/us on your walk with you. It’s always enjoyable when you share your life & appreciation of the world around you. Take care.
Fragile moments of thought and beauty illuminated by your words as brilliant as the sun filtering through the church window.
What wonderful writing!
How fortunate you are to spend your days in this tranquil place but, even more, that you are blessed with the sentience to notice, appreciate and bring to life the simple majesty for your readers.
I absorbed every word, reading slowly to allow the imagery you so elegantly described settle into my mind. I am charmed beyond words!
Thank you for the gift.
PS Do you see yourself in the old man on the bench, years down the road?
Alex, I would have loved to have been on your walk to the bakery with you! We would have gone back to your house and had tea (or coffee) with the baked goods and you would’ve talked like you write: painting pictures like Van Gogh did😊
👍👍👍👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🌻🌺🍀🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
So pleased you are enjoying the slower pace of Spring at your home, selected from so many possibilities to which you have been exposed. Thank you for taking us on your detailed nature walk around your lovely village. It is so comforting to know you are home for the present at least with time to enjoy your special island. ✍️
🌻 Thank you Alexander (-:
The Arts décoratifs window photo is a marvel . . . awesome light timing!
The Sonoran Desert laughs in wildflowers: Apricot Mallow, Poppies, Asters, Marigolds and Chuparosa, to name a few. Mourning Doves make their nests wherever they can. One has laid her eggs in my entryway, and I am diverting deliveries to the side door. She is not impressed. Spring has arrived and a sense of renewal seems possible.
Your article reminds me again of The White Rabbit: I'm late, I'm late for a very important date. So much to do, so little time. Yet you slow down to share images of your island in real time, far from the madding crowd. From artists to architecture to blooms of Spring to birds returning with an agenda. Mother nature is busy.
"There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground." A passion that is grounded I feel is one of yours. This unique style of reflecting on everyday wonders surrounding us reminds me to let the beauty we love be what we do. I think perhaps the older man in the faded raincoat is living proof?
La naturaleza trae paz.
What a eulogy to the slower pace of life! Dank U, Alexander
Oh, I loved this so much! Makes me want to visit your beautiful island (but only when the ‘other tourist’ are not there 😉). I will share this story with my daughter who will visit her father in Holland the last week in April. She has not yet visited Schouwen-Duiveland but, I bet she will want to once she reads this wonderful description!
As always, thank you for sharing your charming places and experiences with us.
Clarisse