And this morning!

Closing my gate for the season, I notice this beauty.  . .

As I Prepare to Leave . . .

. . . My capers bloom . . .

Closed

Today I closed up my studio in Milna for the season.  Only a daub or two of paint a week this time.  Left Portrait of a Lady in this unfinished state.  

Whoa, Doggies!

Six huge touring ships full of

Bicycles and people tonight!

Procession

Corpus Christi mass and procession today.  Complete with Blessing of Sacrament down by the school and Restaurant Fontana.

My Garden

As I prepare to leave, I inventory my garden. Some plants were there already from previous years,  some Julia and I dug up in the wild and transplanted,  some Tim and I, one Marius and I.  It's hard telling which will survive the coming heat.  The pink sorrel for sure.  Julia laughs at me because I lavish such attention on a couple square meters of soil.  But I love it!   Here's the list as I leave, in no particular order.

Cuckoo pint

Thyme

Lavendar

Bird of Paradise (one I may regret)

Prickly pear

Love in a Mist  (dont you love it?!)

Beauties of the Night

Pink sorrel

Mint

Anemone

A lemon scented bush

Blue periwinkle

Asphodel

White pimpernel

Tim, what was that other white clustered flower again?

Rosemary

2 kinds of  succulent from Vidova Gora mountain

Fig

Peach

Papyrus

Geranium

Red trumpet vine

Rusty back

Capers

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Tim Back Home with his Welcome Home Quilt that Lynne made

Ha!

Toni Ann Rust, of our neighboring town back home and of the Edison Eye gallery, is on Šolta,  the neighboring island that I see each morning when I do my first on rising gaze out the window.  Maybe a half mile away but a whole days ferry travelling.  She is reconnecting with her Croatian heritage.  Here's a great photo with a Šolta relation connected by marriage.

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Milna

Last Friday, Tim bought me a farewell dinner!

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Saturday Night

Dogman gone.

Goatman gone.

Johnny Smokva lonely on brižak!

Little bird, little bird

Evening visitor to John's garden

John's Poem for Tuesday

Beneath my Fig . . 

Church bells sound six . . .

Which is correct?

John's Poem for Friday 13th, Revised

Stomorica

A hundred seas,
A thousand years,
In ancient darkness:
Flowers, fresh-cut.

Sunday

A stroll, a walk, a hike, a climb, and friends!

Tim's real-life poem of the day

What?
No Croatian cigarettes? /
Sighing and muttering /
I reluctantly jab my finger /
toward the French pack.

Tim's small painting and poem for today

The olive wood gate /
to Stomorica at noon /
perspective is suspect /
seen from a memory.

Notes Thursday

Today,  Tim,  Slavko and I -- with generous help from Spencer back home -- put our heads together to solve a pesky virus problem on Slavkos laptop.  Afterwards, Nada makes us a lovely meal.   Tim and I walk past my favorite prickly pear patch and find something I have been looking and looking for -- Love in a Mist, the blue flower in the photo.

John Wakes Out of Balance

7 am, Wednesday, 5/11/2016

Workmen's shouts.
Hammers on steel, on stone.
Grinding of rude machines.
In the soiled air,
Old Lukrica's orange blossoms
Fall into flame.

Tim's poem today

Bread and milk today /
I have enough to pay /
But I depart unseen.

Sprucing up the Dream

New paint in my Dreamtime Alcove!

Sunday

Sunday grill at Slavko and Nada's, 

good food and conversation with 

good friends who always give 

more than they take. 

Contentment today my poem.

Saturday: Tim's poem with drawing

Striking my head /

On the artist's door /

The guitar note sustains /

Until evening

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Meanwhile back home....

Julia shouts,

"Katsumi! Katsumi!"

John's Poem for Saturday, 5/6

Today, Basho climbs boulders /
To lonely bolted doors --
My laundry dries in the sun.

John's Poem, In the Sun, Atop Illyrian Hillfort Gnjilac, Friday, May 6

We stumble about Gnjilac,/
Staggering up tumulus,/
Pushing through prickly juniper,/
Hoping for the unequivocal  artifact,/
But would settle for/
One more vowel. 

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Tim's Poem for Friday

Signal fires in the mind /
Hilltop to hilltop /
The millenia dissolve

John's poem for Thursday

At Sv. Ilijas:

Perun rumbles!/

Or is it that/

Coffee from Kopacina?

Tim's Poem for Thursday: Inside the mausoleum

Hermes maybe is here /
but black flies land /
atop the mausoleum

Thurs

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Footballer!

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Wednesday Poems

Tim writes: Red-tiled roofs/ On the distant hill/ I blink twice/ Trying to focus. John writes: Osibova -- / Ham and cheese on stone,/ Side of sea.

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