September. It was the last week before I had to start performing and teaching my piano students. The summer had been demanding with all the preparations and some gardening. Sitting on the patio, I enjoyed the wealth of colour and fragrance all around me. I noticed a very special bloom, it was so beautiful, so fragrant. The last rose of summer. I wanted to share it with someone. A very special friend came to my mind. There were still a…..
Today is Mother’s Day. It is sunny and warm, just right to enjoy the garden. All those glorious spring flowers! I remember how in 1944, during our flight to freedom in WW ll, I was looking for flowers to give my mother. I was seven years old then. All around me was just ruins and scorched trees. The meadows had been turned into small volcanos, instead of lava, smoke and debris kept coming up after the powerful blasts. All seemed…..