First a little kiss to all Americans. Why? Read till the end.
No, it’s not because they have given us St. Valentine’s Day which I didn’t have growing up. Even though I hate commercialism behind this type of holidays, love is always an excellent cause for celebration.
Today I wish to return to the Tarot Garden, Il giardino dei tarocchi, the sculpture garden by Niki de Saint Phalle in my neighbourhood in southern Tuscany.
Last year I also posted photos from here on this day, with emphasis on Niki’s hearts. Today the emphasis is on people.
With this garden she managed to transform her traumatic experiences and mixed emotions into pure love. It’s in the air here and this must be why I love going back so much. Have a look at the gallery and say it isn’t so. (Alas, she also got very sick on the lungs working with toxic materials. What you love will kill you.)
And yet when I was 14, we did celebrate February 14th – as the day when Yugoslavia got its (first, one and only) medal at our own Olympic Games in Sarajevo in 1984. I wrote a story about it almost four years ago in one of my first blog posts with the title What were you doing 30 years ago?
I was so talkative in the beginning of my blogging, eager to write, not lazy at all. I miss this. And I see that quite a few bloggers walk the same path: from chatty, telling and personal to more and more photos and less and less words.
As it is, the post in question has only two comments – from my father and sister, and one like – from Snow Melts Somewhere. (*three big kisses to all three*)
So why am I kissing Americans then?
This year I barely notice that there are any games going on, but I did catch this news that concerns Americans: Slovenia just beat you. In ice-hockey. 3:2. At the Olympic Games. Saywhaaat? Happy St. Valentine’s! (*three little kisses*)
But no matter how grateful I am to all my readers and influencees (hihi), the truth is that I’m saving all my kisses for amore who is coming home right now and has no idea what is in the fridge…
(He is home and we have already had a piece of my hand-made no-bake what-would-be Black Forest cake, except that I replaced sour cherries – which I couldn’t find in the shop – with apricots, and apricot jam with sour cherry jam. For realz. So I guess I have made a Black Orchard. And it’s yum!)