what about english

It is true that i write mostly for myself, to make some order in this chaos of my thoughts, reading what i have written helps me clearing my head and eases the pain.

So i will try to make the next inputs  in this   weird blog/diary in english  for my friends to understand better, its  funny what google translate brings up, sometimes.

Someone told me he would enjoy me to talk about my everyday life,  about my flowers, my pets, my veggies. my sewing, my embroideries my stained glass and my cooking. So be it. I hope i will  be able not stop it soon again, because i know myself.  I am so unsteady in things.

 I used to keep diaries since a young age, starting at 9 i think.
 They all ended up in the fire or in the trash. when i realized i had opened up to much and felt ashamed about my feelings. My childhood was very lonesome, even if i had two younger siblings.
My favourite activity was to climb on some tree and to spend hours up there,daydreaming and studying the activity of butterflies and insects, or reading some book. And writing, of course. I would pay everything to know today what was in my little head back then,
Anyway, regarding my writing here, I promise I will try not to be to personal but to keep a superficial report of my everyday activities.

No drama and no pathos.
Just pictures of tomatoes and cucumbers. And some flowers...these are from last year, my sage bush has triplicated since this pic.
And this was me going to feed the foxes, before the neighbours cut of the tree under wich i used to put the food for them.