Thursday, October 14, 2010

The autumn is coming - Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The sky is so blue...

... the brighter light seems to clean the horizon...

... the fluffy and drift clouds are so intimate. The smell in the air is already different, mornings and evenings are chiller and it even has already rained a little bit. This is the arrival of a new season. It's so good...

More animals - Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Becas has two new friends...

Kika (Kikolini as the cousins call her)...

And Poupas (Poupolini).

The cousins went on vacation and the little cousin here is the one who takes care of the pets, or at least that's what is supposed. The turtle is always starving and Poupas is still very shy, I think that he needs more time to get used to us. Nevertheless is all excited when we go and talk to him. Well, I'll be an animal handler for two weeks.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The castle - Sunday, September 5, 2010

I like the houses, the monuments, the forest, the Christ Convent, the gardens, the river, the terraces, I love so many many things in my town. We went to the Republic Square in the morning.

And then we went up to the castle and were at the entrance. My richness is used to walk since he was a toddler, so if we got in there he certainly would beg us to walk around the walls and corners of the castle. So we decided to just be at the entrance to avoid temptations.




He's also used that daddy makes drawings in the sand. It's already a ritual. It's awful when he asks me to do so. Help! I hate drawing. But he's dad loves. Look at the turtle... And the 50 chairs bus beneath.





I love this rattletrap where we can buy fruit, sweets and drinks. Of course the price is inflated, but it's so nice to drink a coffee there. It's something different.

Wee-end's flowers - Sunday, September 5, 2010


We returned to the market on Saturday. We bought carnations this time. It was my son who chose them. The variety of flowers did not agree with what I had conceived, but I think that he made a good choice with the color. Joyful.
It was nicer last week. The woman who sold the flowers was from the village and the flowers were from her garden, I'm sure. She was a simple woman that negotiates the price. It's a pity that I did not go to my mom on that aspect. Incredible, my mom. Ther's nobody like her haggling over the price. She even was able to receive money from the vendors, who paid her for her to go away bucause she meant prejudice! I'm exaggerating, of course, but my mom always could buy good bargains, that's for sure.

Lamarosa's Craft Fair - Sunday, September 5, 2010

The men with the harmonica on a pipe and the drums were there to cheer people up and played a music especially for my son, who was embarassed and didn't had a convenient dialogue with such nice men. But it was a very nice moment indeed.




Details of the L. stand. Do you see the Barcelos' Cock frame behind there? It was made by me! The kitchen clock wasn't still there because the opening of the show was delayed and were still working on it
A simple fair in the village, but it seems that's always a success. Judging by the music, no doubt!

Flowers and dry grass - Friday, September 3, 2010

I saw flowers once again but no sheep, today. But I saw beauty and color. Although many flowers are acquiring that vintage aspect that comes from their end of the season faded color. They are pretty in the same way, since all the seasons have their charm.


One more old house. Today I found myself leafing an estate agency catalog and paying attention to the ruined house pages. Of course, such houses have almost no beauty at all, but the truth is that I am delighted by their history represented in the architectural features and their potential future. A world to imagine.

And now... don't say that I'm not the dream of any father/mother-in-law! As you can see from this statement, my self-esteem is so high...
ell, after having been working the whole day, walking non stop under the sun, I still went to clean my father-in-law's backyard. He had so many dried grasses all over the place. I may have no much merit because the grass was easy to be charged since it was dried. There was a bunch of the size of the world - this one on the photo is not the final result yet!
Now we just have to wait until October to burn it all. I love fires! That wonderful smell is the air really represents the autumn, the time of chestnuts and leaves on the ground, the cool afternoons which invites us to stay inside. I already feel snug towards this anticipated pleasure...

God, sheep and us - Thursday, September 2, 2010

Today, while I was working, by the end of the day, I saw these pictures. They caught my attention. The first one, due to the simple but colorful flowers that someone had the idea of making growing there, in the middle of the dried corn field and the kales. Right by its side, this small flock of little grazing sheep. They seemed so quiet and clean. A quiet picture that refreshed my fatigue.

It immediately came to my mind the so much I've already heard about God, sheep and us. All I heard was in the sense that how sheep are an example to all of us. They are so quiet, obedient to only one voice - the shepherd's voice - they live all together, etc. These are qualities to be followed, I have no doubt. But...

I don't want to come into conflict with science because I believe that science is compatible with faith - but that's another subject - God created sheep. And created us, His masterpiece. He created us with a free will. It it wasn't a heresy to criticize God, I think that many of us would criticize this aspect of human creation. After all, men are bad and make many bad things. But I think that creating us with free will was one of the most beautiful things that God has ever done. After all, that's what distinguishes us from the the sheep. They are quiet because they don't think. These ones on the picture were eating right beside these beautiful flowers and didn't even stop to appreciate their beauty. They are obedient because, if they don't think, they find correct to do what is required them to do and do it. They love that shepherd because they don't know anybody else. They are together because they don't know how to live differently. In short, they are like that just because they are, they have no other choice. But we, by the contrary, we are free to choose, we can choose badly, but we also can choose well. Everything has its contrary and we can choose the best or the worse. And that's what makes us different from the other beings.

That's the beauty of being able to choose: to make that loving God and the other is not a mechanic act, but a decision from the heart. Among many examples, many of us use to wake up in the morning beside a partner with dark circles, oily skin and with bad mood, but we choose that person to be the partner of our life and we decide that he/she is the most beautiful person in the wordl. And God takes pleasure when we choose love. Because love begets life and choosing is a gift. So, life is the supreme gift of love.

I wish everyone a life full of good choices and full of love!