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Holiday Cards?

December 8, 2016

Since I’m planning to make/send my cards in the next couple of days, and I’m always happy to send more – would any of you like to get a card from me?

If you do, leave me a comment, and I’ll send you an email to ask for your address.

In the meantime, here’s a Christmas rose for you.


Helleborus niger. With aphids.

Another Frosty Morning

December 6, 2016

I want to blog regularly. I really do. And I want to read more books, and review them, and clean every corner of my apartment, and take better care of my plants, and finish the paper I need to write to become a master horticulturist, and draw and sew and knit and go to interesting places and do fun things and take photos and cook good food and spend time with my boyfriend and my friends and my family and a hundred things more. And I’m lucky if I have the energy for one of those things a day.

But I’ll keep trying. There is nothing else I can do.

Anyway. Have some pictures from Saturday morning.


Castle in Enns


Orpine (Sedum telephium)


Wild privet (Ligustrum vulgare)


Rose (Rosa Cv.)


Border forsythia (Forsythia x intermedia)


Not quite sure – maybe Deutzia?

December Calendar Picture

December 1, 2016

s12 Hamburg

In Hamburg, Germany.

No Win This Year

November 30, 2016

I’ve won NaNoWriMo every year since 2008. But not this year. I didn’t quite make it to 40,000 words, with two hours left, so I’m not even going to try to reach 50,000.

Circumstances this year have been… less than ideal. Between school-related stuff, and work, and boyfriend, and lots of dance performances, and feeling pretty upset about the American election, and my stupid anxious brain… writing has been difficult.

But I did the best I could under the circumstances, and I’ll be proud that I’ve written at all.

Glowing in the Dark

November 23, 2016

Old man’s beard (Clematis vitalba) growing around a streetlight

I have a lot of vague thoughts about light and darkness in my head right now… but… it’s late, and I have too much to do and bed is calling.

(This having-a-boyfriend thing is really not helpful when it comes to blogging. But I’m not complaining!)

A Handful of Moments

November 18, 2016

I know. I know. I said I would try to go back to posting like normal, and this is still not normal. This is still pulling threads out of the massive tangle of thoughts in my head, because apparently I need to lay them all out on the internet.

So, anyway. A handful of memories, a handful of moments that I keep coming back to, that feel like they shaped and defined who I am.


Sitting on the floor next to the radio in my parents’ living room when I was a little child, legs pulled up to my chest and arms wrapped around them, listening to the news, hearing about the war in Yugoslavia. I don’t remember what year it was, whether it was early in the war or late, but I still viscerally remember the feelings, the sadness and confusion: why are grown-ups like this? How can they do this to other people? None of us children would ever want a war, would ever want to kill or seriously hurt other people. How can grown-ups forget that?


In a classroom at seventeen, watching yet another WW2 documentary. Watching a Nazi scientist holding a crying, screaming baby in his hands, testing how far its spine would bend.

I can’t think too much about this, because it still makes me nauseous. I don’t know why it was this scene in particular, but in that moment I understood that some people could really utterly disregard the humanity of another person. That they could hold a baby screaming in terror and pain and snap its spine with their bare hands in the name of “science”.


At some point in between, still more child than teenager, but becoming aware of politics as everyone was talking about the right-wing FPÖ getting into the government, and the sanctions from other EU countries that were concerned about this. (Cue the bitter laughter, because now they’re all going the same way.)

Hearing my parents talk outside the door to my room, about whether they should go to Vienna to join the protests against the government. My mother’s voice, too quiet to understand. My father responding, loud and angry and fearful, “Do you want to wait until they come to get Clown Brother?”

Clown Brother is disabled, and even then, I knew that that was one of the groups targeted by the Nazis.

That is the moment I understood it’s not over. It’s never over. It’s not in the past, to be looked at and moved on from. It’s in the present and it’s in the future, something to be watched out for and something to be fought against.


Hearing the news of the war in Afghanistan on the radio, immediately followed by cheerful, meaningless music, and thinking, “How can you do this? How can you talk about a war, about people dying and being hurt and then go on like nothing has happened?”


And this year, which feels like just one moment after another, watching the rising tide of hate in terrorist attacks and shootings and elections.

And wondering, every time: How do you keep living in a world like this?

Not in a suicidal way – I know how it sounds – but, how do you act? What do you do?

Because it feels wrong to keep on living like I always have.

But I don’t know what to do instead.

Colourful House

November 17, 2016

I have more thoughts bubbling in my brain and spilling over. But today, have a pretty picture.