I am stitching only weird things lately.                                          

             

Kyiv

 

 Morning glory and 🍅. Tomato seeds from the food, morning glory's seeds I have collected on the street.   I have many plants like this one, I don't like and don't have money for these bright synthetic flowers from the store.                                   

At least this flower seems to be happy. 

 До атаки, до ярости,

До пронзительной ясности

И, быть может, до выстрела,

До удара в висок…

Пять минут на прощание,

Пять минут на отчаянье,

Пять минут на решение,

Пять секунд на бросок.

Владислав Крапивин.                                                                                                                             

Before the attack, before the fury,

Before the piercing clarity

And, perhaps, before the shot,

Before the blow to the temple...

Five minutes for farewell,

Five minutes for despair,

Five minutes for a decision,

Five seconds for a throw.                                     Vladislav Krapivin ( A soviet children's writer)

 

People from Oleshki coming for food, thrown by the drones. Still not sure how it will end up for them, dangerous.