Agapanthus – Haiku – FOTD December 1, 2018


The flower of love
In full bloom – agapanthus
Embraces summer

What a gorgeous, sunny day in Sydney for the first day of summer in Oz! Even more appreciated after stormy weather, torrential rain and flooding in my neighbourhood only three days ago.

Yesterday was a fine day, too, and I took these photos of agapanthus in my neighbours’ gardens. I looked up “agapanthus” on Google, and for the first time learnt that its name is derived from Greek agape, love, and anthos, flower, hence my haiku for the first day of summer.

 

Peek a boo!

 

Soaking up the sun…

 

Feeling great as I am, in no hurry to grow up!

 

Wishing you all a happy weekend filled with love and the warmth of the sun or the cosy fireplace! 😊

Visit Cee’s “Flower of the Day” challenge: https://ceenphotography.com/2018/11/30/fotd-december-1-2018-waterlily/

 

©2018 Irina Dimitric

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FULL CIRCLE – My Dad, a Volunteer in WWI

To mark the centenary of the ARMISTICE of 1918 that ended WWI on 11 November, I am thrilled to announce I managed to self-publish my book this year! I nearly gave up twice. The main headache was formatting, but Allie, the consultant at LuLu.com, was very helpful and Sasha, my husband, gave me moral support all the way. I’m very grateful to both. The book will be available for purchase before Christmas, I was told.

Having fun creating pictures for ads!

Or this ?

Back Cover

Bogdan’s Serbian Passport

Bogdan in Russia serving in the Imperial Russian Army and studying medicine at Moscow University when on leave.

From the book:

“Dear reader, this book does not aspire to be a comprehensive historical account of WWI or any other period in history, but rather it is an account of historical events which had shaped my father’s life and character, providing a framework for his journey at the time of that great global upheaval. I hope that you will follow his odyssey with interest and compassion and be filled with optimism that evil will always be conquered by brave men and women of goodwill.”

Lest we forget!

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Aloe Vera


“Like Aloe vera soothing balm
Forgiveness soothes the wounded heart”

Native to the Arabian Peninsula, Aloe Vera prospers in my garden.

It prospers well without much care.

May the Nature’s gift be blessed!

Wishing you all a happy and blessed week!

Copyright © 2018 Irina Dimitric

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Always forgive your enemies

😉

Have you ever thought of forgiveness as the ultimate revenge?

Oscar Wilde hit the nail on the head. Not only did he find release in forgiving his enemies, but he also enjoyed seeing their unease of being forgiven for the unspeakable anguish and torment they had caused him.

Forgiveness is the sweetest revenge! 🙂

© 2018 Irina Dimitric

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Lavender and Bees – Haiku

Spring is well and truly here!

Blue lavender blooms
Kissed by busy honey bees
Joyful is my heart

Wishing everyone a happy week! Cheers from Oz! 🙂

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Red Onion Sprout – Cinquain

 

Let us

Give many thanks

For another day of

Living, Loving, Laughing too, and

Sprouting!

The Red Onion sprouted while I was away in hospital during the month of May. I found it in the kitchen, looking so beautiful and full of life that I had to put it on display in the dining room, next to a dormant orchid. It is still there, although a bit dried out. The orchid, on the other hand, has produced a new shoot. Soon, there will be Vanilla Orchid blooms. And so, life goes on.

Copyright © 2018 Irina Dimitric

 

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Calla Lily – Haiku

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Shiny pink blossom

Calla Lily’s sculpted head

Indoor cheerfulness

 

Copyright 2018 Irina Dimitric

Update  3 August 2018

Just found out on Instagram that this is Anthurium , not Calla Lily! 😀  So here’s a small adjustment :

Shiny pink blossom

Anthurium’s sculpted features

Indoor cheerfulness

💖

Irina

 

 

 

 

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The Rose That Doesn’t Wither – Cinquain

The rose

That doesn’t wither

Grows in my heart steadfast

By passage of stormy weather

Untouched

Inspired by a bunch of red roses I received from Sasha for our son’s birthday on 9 July that look still quite fresh after two weeks.

 

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The Happiest Day of My Childhood

I’m reblogging this post because today is Friday 13 July, my lucky day! It was posted four years ago.

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Today is 13 July. On this day 69 years ago, my dear father came home from a POW camp in Germany. I’m not superstitious in general, but that day was Friday 13 and I’ve considered it my lucky day ever since.

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Here he is (seated in the first row in the middle) with his mates, all of them doctors, from Great Britain, Australia and New Zealand. He was wearing a British uniform and that complicated matters for him on his return: he was imprisoned, suspected of being a British spy. That episode deserves a story to be written, of course.

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Here he is in the first row flanked by Dr Norman Rose from Australia and Dr Webster from Great Britain. Next to Dr Webster is Padre, but I don’t know his name. In the back row the first on the left is Dr Smith, next to him a Frenchman and a Russian, Dr…

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To an Unknown Bloom – Rhyming Tercet

You might be called a common weed
Yet, in my not so perfect garden
You are a blessed breed

Without much effort on my part
You thrive and smile
Each morning when I start

My rounds of greetings
With gifts of healthy drinks
Water crystal clear for our meetings

You might be called a common weed
But, in my multicoloured garden
You are a welcome breed

~

I composed this poem the day before my fall on Friday, 4 May 2018. I was gardening in my nightie and my dressing gown at 8:30 am, admiring my work and this lovely bloom, not paying enough attention to my feet as I was gently descending the stairs. On the last step I tripped on the dressing gown and went flying in the air, hitting hard concrete with my left hip. I tried to get up. OUCH! I couldn’t move at all. The pain was excruciating. I called my husband, but he was still asleep. Then I just called HELP, HELP, hoping passers-by might hear me. I looked at the sky, wondering whether the clouds would protect me from too much sun. The pain was getting worse and I was afraid I might pass out. I remembered then my mother’s agony when she had a fall and broke her femur in 1996. Then my thoughts wandered to the ANZACs, how they must have suffered just like this.

An angel came to my rescue. She lives in our house and was on her way to work, coming up the stairs about 9 am. She immediately called the ambulance, woke up my husband, and came all the way with me to the Royal North Shore Hospital. Sasha followed in his car.

The paramedics drugged me appropriately. In the emergency I was given more local anaesthetic before the X-ray. I think I was half asleep when I heard someone say: “Sorry to tell you, the bone is broken, you’ll need an operation. Dr Ruff will operate.”

“Dr Ruff! How wonderful! He operated on my mother some 20 years ago. Same thing.”

I was truly relieved when I heard the familiar name. Besides, Dr Ruff has a very good reputation.

The op was on Saturday at 11 am. Dr Ruff remembered me and my mother.

“I remember your face “, he said. “You make me feel so old… I’ll fix your leg, you’ll be able to stand on it again.”

After rehab at Greenwich Hospital I came home on Friday, 1 June, grateful for all the care by the doctors and nurses and physios and my loved ones. Grateful also I only broke my femur and not my neck.

At Royal North Shore Hospital in the evening after my operation, enjoying chicken soup made by a dear friend.

The view from my Greenwich Hospital bed

The view from my Greenwich Hospital window. The window was always shut. The air-conditioning was always on.

I just loved hospital food. Served three times a day and I didn’t lift a finger to put it on the table!

Sasha’s gift for Mother’s Day. He came to see me every day. Dear friends came, too, and brought me flowers and fruit and snacks.

It may sound strange but when I came home, I was just a tad homesick for the hustle and bustle of the hospital. I met so many lovely people from all over the world.

 

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