I Don't Want To Let You Go

I do not, no I really really do not want to let you go

I want you to be mine forever and ever.

But I know I have to.

The Litle Flower Shop Around The Corner

I hope that the pictures of this story will seduce your eyes as much as the flowers seduce me in reality and tempt me to buy them everyday.

I go to the tiny post office in Beach Road every second day to send parcels all over the world. 

Next to the post office is a flower shop. It's bigger than the post-office which is not really difficult because the post office can only contain 10 people at maximum. But the flower shop is still small enough to be " just a nice place" that brings me joy every day. 

It looks rather shy and conventional from the outside.

But the inside reflects pure color.

Whenever I have to go to the post-office I just look "over" to the flowers, that are standing on the street in buckets in front of the shop. 

When you enter the shop an array of tulips and irises greets you.

A sea of blue Irises.

It is one if these typical small South-African shops where you can buy everything. 

But this one has gorgeous flowers in abundance.

In the back there are more flowers. 

Not arranged but standing in buckets with water in front of a lime green wall. 

Tulips in lovers pink

Everybody is drawn magically to them.

So beautiful

The shop caters for many needs..

And Roses in every color you can wish for from salmon pink and yellow to a slight peach.

 Blood red as well

Gerbera

And another ocean of violet Gerbera 

SOMETHING SO BEAUTIFUL

I saw blood red roses on a soft green background, broken by by white lines.
I SAW SOMETHING SO BEAUTIFUL.

If this was my painting, my own piece of art, done on canvas I would have come a step closer to achieving my life's purpose and goal.

But this painting is in the water. It has been done by different life-forms of the ocean. And it is intended to be perishable. Artists have started to create perishable art. Art that is created for a certain exhibition, shown to the public and then destroyed. 

Following nature's example? 

Small sea nails have decided to crawl a slippery stone covered with green and red algae lying in a rock pool, the surface powdered with a thin layer of white sand, leaving their traces.

Thereby creating a net of interconnected lines looking like a hidden message.

And when they have completed the painting a new piece of work will be started. To be destroyed again.

Three Sisters

There were three sisters, all roses and of a beauty that let other flowers look pale. The pink one although the oldest was the shyest of the three. Her pink was subtle and pastel but shining like a light in the fresh green.

She grew up with the same delicacy that was her nature, enfolding slowly and without drama. Just a good young rose.

She was so beautiful that she caused strange emotions in some humans who saw her growing.

She created the desire to wipe away any insect that would want to sit on her virgin pink leaves and to punish that ant, that dirty trespasser seriously.

Even when she was beyond that age about which you should not speak with roses and women.... her beauty was still blinding and unbearable.

She died quietly and only then you could see that there were two cousins behind her who had gone unnoticed their whole life.

The end was a strong contrast to her life.

Her younger sister-rose was bold and bright and had chosen a naughty and indecent red. Nobody of her ancestors had ever displayed such a shameless red.

She did not care and threw herself in this world.

Opening quick and living quick. But we have not even seen her pass away so much did she outlive herself. One day she was just gone.

But we remember the youngest one for her stubbornness. She was determined to show the resilience and the strength of a young rose bud. And she would not sway. Or move or look for another way. It was her will to grow straight up into heaven. Heaven the one thing that can not be conquered.

But she out- did the others with her death. What she could not attain in life she reached in death - extravagance. And while living her last days, when the pressure of fighting against the wall was gone and her leaves were free, she was constantly humming the Stones song " DEAD FLOWERS" under my window. I will never forget her. She was a tough little rose.