The most cherished memory of the Ukrainian period of my life is looking after the flowering plants in my parents' garden (remember my roses? :)) That's why, no matter how strapped for time I may be when visiting a new city, I always try to include a park or garden into my list of things ...read more »
Last week I wrote a post on Roses in India, and it seems lots of people found it quite pleasant and enjoyable, so I've got inspired for a similar post on Ukrainian roses. It will be completely visual, without words. The beauty of these flowers is a tribute to my late grandparents' hard work and ...read more »
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread; Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed. I discovered English nursery rhymes when searching for something rhythmical to read to my newborn daughter. I ...read more »