Orchids Overload

Let’s get a little girly now… let’s talk FLOWERS!


Not that I know much about them.

But still, I love them very much… and I want to learn.

I especially love flowers in pots. Bunches of cut flowers are not that much to my taste (…I really don’t want to say this out loud… But I somehow can’t get rid of the feeling that they might not be… hmm… kind of… living. Sorry. But then, that’s my own impression… my crooked, cross-eyed impression. So it doesn’t really matter that much.)

Luckily, there’s a special person in my life who understands flowers and is willing to teach me.

Yes, of course, it’s my Mom.

My loveliest, best-est, perfect-est Mom.

These are all my Mom’s new orchids.

It’s her new hobby – to grow orchids.

And when she starts something, she starts it BIG.

I love that about her.

Her collection is growing at rapid speed.

There are loads of buds and loads of flowers in bloom.

I got really amazed as I walked into the room and saw them for the first time – these beauties create a truly special and romantic atmosphere.


Oh… and then I took my camera outside to make a few snaps of the lovely flowers that my Mom grows in her garden.

A soul-warming view – that describes pretty accurately what I saw there.

I’ll be sending the pictures soon.

‘Cause you know what?

I just want to make you as happy as possible…

It’s in the Genes

I am finally at peace now.

It wasn’t like that before.

I used to struggle and ask myself these never-ending questions: “Why-oh-why dear Petra do you start a project and jump onto another one before having the first one finished? Why? Tell me why? Where’s your willpower gone?”

And then I visited my Mom’s home a few days ago… and she started showing me her recent knitting projects-opening one drawer after another…

Altogether, we counted six things that she was currently working on…

And I just don’t worry ever since…

My Mom Is Gorgeous… Part II

I’ve already mentioned once or twice that my Mom might be the most gorgeous person in the whole universe (Daddy, don’t get jealous, you are surely gorgeous too).

This is one of my Mom’s latest paintings.

She loves to paint.

And I love her artwork.

She started painting when she was 50 years old (… which happens to be eight years ago).

Until then she could hardly draw a Christmas tree into my little book of drawings when I asked her to.

And then, one day, she secretly uttered that she would like to learn how to paint.

She said she surely wouldn’t be able to create anything worth seeing but she just would love to give some brush, paint and a canvas a chance.

That happened a couple of days before her fiftieth birthday – giving me a better hint on what to give her as a present than I could wish for.

So into a shop I went and grabbed the basic necessities for an aspiring and beginning painter.

I will never forget the wonderful sparks of joy in my Mom’s eyes as I was handing her the presents on her special day.

And since then… oh, SINCE THEN… nothing can stop my Mom from painting.

She herself wonders where it all comes from.

I had these pictures taken a while ago but waited to meet my Mom again and ask her for little descriptions to them.

When we met last weekend I asked her and got the exact answer I’d expected to get. She just said with this very shy tone in her voice: “I don’t really know what to say about it; it comes to my mind and I paint it; it just keeps appearing in front of my eyes, that’s all…”.

Well, I suppose my Mom might be a bit too humble.

She would probably consider talking about her pictures as a way of showing off – and that’s not her style for sure.

She rarely even names her picutes and she never signs them…

(Yes, right, those are artificial flowers you can see on the right. Though my Mom hates artificial flowers she will forever keep that bunch. It was a present from her own Mom for her – again – 50th birthday.

The thing is that my Grandmother hates artificial flowers too – which might make us wonder why she gave her own daughter this very much hated article. The answer is – her eyes, well, they used to be in better shape before.

When my Grand-mom found out what she had bought her own daughter for birthday, she started to cry… yes… she just collapsed into the state of utter despair. And my Mom started to cry with her… explaining that those were the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen in her whole life and in this whole galaxy of ours.

So they both cried and cried… which brings us to the end of the short story about my Mom’s bunch of fake flowers.)

Yeah, my Mom… I’d be so glad if I found such a talent in me one day too…

My Mom Is Gorgeous!


This is my Mom’s new oil painting.

I have said it many times before –  my Mom is just gorgeous!

She is the kindest person in the whole wide world and she has always been my greatest inspiration.

I love you Mom!

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