I used to hate this clown's embroidery as its stitches are so flawed, however nowadays I believe that it's perfect in its imperfection, perfect as a memory.

The seeds of this flower were accidentally washed in the washing machine, however they managed to sprout. I often carry home  some seeds that I pick up along the way in my  pockets but not every single seed is able to germinate. Wish we could  have an ability to grow a whole new planet with its animal inhabitants and plants, whole new, pristine and untouched.

  that is the hardest thing to do

Oh the autumn stars, a transparent spring of skies and still faraway frost...

Don't allow your misery to make you miserable.                                                                    Iris Murdoch  "The good apprentice"

Pink evening light is soothing, grey-pink clouds hold our hearts in their soft paws. Calmness is being spread through the air and many angels soar in the evening sky.  The buildings are blessed with tranquility, people are blessed with serenity. The wind is singing in the hollow branches, forever free, forever pure. The clouds cover the city from above,  the  clouds of oblivion,  the clouds of forgiveness.