My Fragrant White Lily


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Lilies are amazing plants belonging to the family Liliaceae.
Lilies come a variety of colors, shapes and sizes, and they are perfect for birthday or wedding bouquets. This beautiful flowers are quite easy to grow and they are good in borders or containers.

My Casa Blanca Oriental lily (Lilium ‘Casa Blanca’) is the most amazing flower in my garden at this moment.
This lily has pure white, large and scented flowers.

Casa Blanca Oriental lily prefers a rich, well-drained soil and should be planted in full sun or partial shade. This extraordinary plant with very large and intoxicatingly fragrant flowers should be planted in the spring. It is recommended to plant the bulbs deep enough, 4 to 6 inches deep and to prepare the soil for planting. Casa Blanca Oriental lily can grow 3 to 4 feet tall. Bulbs should be planted 8 inches apart. It is recommended to stake…

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Give Peace a Chance


 

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I’m sure most of your are aware of the recent  72-hour “Cease Fire” that nearly happened between Hamas and Israel.

 

The thing about Cease Fires and Peace in general is that it takes work, and understanding and a desire to accept wha t the other person can give as a first step in a longer road.

 

Peace is not a destination, is it a long path that must be followed and which takes many steps and stumbles along the way.  It is possible, but it takes not just the will and the desire, but the commitment to the path as well as to the destination.

 

Any cease fire, between nations or tribes or spouses or friends, includes a certain amount of compromise, and we all must be able to recognize that the final result — the cessation of hostility and the return to a normal, peaceful and secure existence for both parties — is worth not getting everything we want.

 

Each person must make the decision to work towards peace each day.  Each country must decide each day that the process of peace is worth the effort.

 

Peace must start — can only start — with the internal peace that we, as human beings, all strive for.  Each day, we must try to find the peace within ourselves and to project that, to share it, with the rest of the world.

 

Each day, we must all — individuals and countries alike — decide to Give Peace a Chance.

 

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The Biker and the President


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It seems that after many years another Italian biker, Vincenzo Nibali, is about to win the “Tour de France“, very likely the most important cycling race in the world.  I’m very happy for the national prestige, however, as far as I am concerned, sport recently has lost that fascination it used to have. Medicines, doping, scientific studies have despoiled the athletes of that romantic, magic aura, that gave them the traits of demigods born to test and break human limits. Nowadays when you see a record crashed, you cannot help but wonder: did he deserve it or did he have a “little” help?

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Gino Bartali ‘s only doping was good food and a bottle of Chianti. “Ginettaccio“, as he was called,  was born in Ponte Elma, near Florence, in 1914 and very soon developed a great passion for cycling . In the thirties…

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Unimaginable pain


Vic's Final Journey

When my beautiful little girl exhaled her last breath, it felt as if my heart was ripped into a million pieces.

One year and 5 months have passed and my heart is still in a million pieces.  But, the pain is no longer that same raw pain.  Sometimes it is a sharp, searing pain; sometimes a dull heartbreaking pain.  At times I feel so alone, numb and at other times I am convinced that I will lose my mind with grief.

But, the pain is more “refined”.  It is no longer that raw, unbearable pain.

There are times that I feel that my nerve endings are exploding.  And yet, there any many things I can no longer remember.  I read today that it is my body is protecting me… I am grateful for it.  I am glad that I have forgotten some of the horror of Vic’s death.  I am…

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Unimaginable pain


Vic's Final Journey

When my beautiful little girl exhaled her last breath, it felt as if my heart was ripped into a million pieces.

One year and 5 months have passed and my heart is still in a million pieces.  But, the pain is no longer that same raw pain.  Sometimes it is a sharp, searing pain; sometimes a dull heartbreaking pain.  At times I feel so alone, numb and at other times I am convinced that I will lose my mind with grief.

But, the pain is more “refined”.  It is no longer that raw, unbearable pain.

There are times that I feel that my nerve endings are exploding.  And yet, there any many things I can no longer remember.  I read today that it is my body is protecting me… I am grateful for it.  I am glad that I have forgotten some of the horror of Vic’s death.  I am…

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Perspective Makes the Difference


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It is always interesting to see how different things appear as well as feel when one’s perspective has changed. The way I saw things when I was younger in years and experience has altered a good deal in the intervening years. Once in a while I am reminded of this, as I was recently in a conversation I had with a friend of mine. She was lamenting the fact that while she was happy, her children wanted things to be different.

I thought how years ago I visited my late mom and dad in the new home they had bought in Florida. Compared with other places they had lived, it seemed small and somewhat dingy. They loved it. My mother raved about her grapefruit tree, my father proudly pointed out their small swimming pool, about two and a half to three feet deep and maybe eight or ten feet square…

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