10 posts tagged “vox hunt”
Show us your job.
Adding beauty. or as some people like to term it, gardening. These are some of the images from my garden that I left behind when we moved. One day I will have my own patch of soil again.
Audio: Share a song you could listen to all day on repeat.
I know, I am cheating and using the QotD to create my posts, but this is such a great song. I also really love Tavener's 'The Lamb', but you get this one instead. But now that I think of it, there are loads of songs worthy to be played all day long on repeat. Bach, Moby, Leonard Cohen, Palestrina, Lucinda Williams, etc.
Here is the English translation:
Alleluia. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
Remember me O Lord, when you come into your kingdom.
Give rest O Lord to your handmaid, who has fallen asleep.
The choir of saints have found the well-spring of life, and door of paradise.
Life: a shadow and a dream.
Weeping at the grave creates the song:
Alleluia. Come, enjoy rewards and crowns I have prepared for you.
The quality of the video is pretty bad, so just close your eyes and listen. I had forgotten, until I did a YouTube search, that this piece was used for Princess Diana's funeral.
Show us a photo of a place you love.
A photo? One photo? Goodness, not a chance when, of course, the answer must be a garden. (These are not my best photos, but some of my favs, nonetheless.) I think that my favourite garden is the Royal Botanic Garden in Edinburgh. When we lived on the Royal Mile, I could walk to the gardens in about 20 minutes and I must have gone about 2 or 3 times a week. It is still one of the first places I go when I go back. I love the quiet that descends upon you as soon as you walk through the gates and I can easily lose myself in there for hours. There used to be a great little tea shop just outside the East Gates that served the best lentil soup; it made for a very good day out. The only thing I didn't like was that going during the week I had to dodge all the Morningside Mums and their posh prams and precocious children. Although, I did like all the old ladies that went and I tried to follow them around surreptitiously listening in on their conversations about plants. I would go in all weathers and I remember once when it was so cold that Lucy and I had to wrap ourselves up in a wool blanket as we had our tea. We laughed ourselves silly because we looked like a vision of our future. And I will be in the gardens at the end of the month with Lucy and I can hardly wait. Huzzah.
Show us a photograph that makes you laugh.
how us something (or someone) old and beautiful.
Submitted by falcon.kmc.
Show us some fish.
This is definately better than writing a paper about peat moss, or studying for my soils exam, or learning my plants for my quiz on Wednesday, or working on my design project. I love procrastination.
Show us a pile of stuff.
Submitted by The Eugene.
Hummm. lost the plot a bit here folks; see the post below.
Back to work for me, on this lovely spring day.
sigh.
Show us something weird that's on your desk.
Submitted by Alex.
Not exactly what I would call weird, more like sentimental. It is a tray from my late grandmother, who I loved dearly and miss daily; it has been on the sideboard, the sitting room coffee table, my dresser, and now sits on my desk holding my diary, bookmarks, address book, mints, rhodo society newsletter, and a paperweight. It is made out of cardboard, and I love it.
Show us the best picture you took in 2006.
Submitted by Captured Moments.
I know that this is a day late, but it has been that sort of week. And, it took both C and I this long to decide which of the 5086 photos of 2006 to choose.
Show us something in need of attention:
One of my best surprises from C; he found it in a ditch out in the country and knew I would love it. He was so excited, he came straight to my office and dragged me outside. He said he wanted to show me something. He had this odd look on his face as he opened up the trunk. I thought that it would be a body, which is what you would expect a man of the cloth to bring you whilst you are at work. He was right, I was thrilled and it sat in my front garden until we moved. John always maintained that it was haunted, and that we would be sitting around the dining table one night and we would hear a quiet knocking or scratching on the window, or the sound of pedals going 'round and 'round. We never did.
