Slovenske gorice

Pogled z obnovljenega na še neobnovljeni del negovskega gradu s cerkvijo sv. Treh kraljev nad Benediktom v ozadju.

A view to yet unrenovated part of the Negova castle, with the church of the Holy Three Kings

in Benedikt village in the background, from the renovated part of the castle.

Firbasove živalce. :)      Firbas’ cute animals. :)

Negovsko jezero.      Negova Lake.

V Slovenskih goricah je lepo!

In Slovenske gorice, a hilly wine-growing region in the northeast part of our country,

there is much to see and to experience. Beautiful!

Večnost Eternity

Bil je že skoraj ščip, ko sem tole fotografirala, a takrat nisem mislila na danes, ko končno mesec seva v vsej svoji okroglosti, niti ne na naslednjega, kaj šele na tistega, ki bo prihodnji padel na petek trinajstega - šele čez 35 let. Bilo je tam in bilo je takrat. Večnost.

It was just a couple of days before the full moon when I photographed it, but at the time I did not think about today, when it finally radiates in all its roundness, not even about the next one, let alone about the one to fall on Friday the 13th next - only after 35 years. It was there and it was then. Eternity.

Tako popolno neverjetno So perfectly unbelievable

svatovske priponke z mojim dizajnom, ha! :)   wedding brooches with my design, ha! :)

Bil je tako fotogeničen dan. Z mnogo pisanimi dežniki, ki so obarvali edino uro dneva, ki ni bila sončna, ravno v trenutkih zaobljub, a zdelo se je, kot da se sonce ni skrilo niti za hip, vsenaokoli je bilo toliko srečnih obrazov, veselja in sproščenosti; spraševala sem se celo, če mar ni vse to del programa, tako popolno neverjetno je bilo.

Bil je dan ob morju. Z mnogo ljubkimi dekleti, z lasmi, ki so se igrali z večernimi sončnimi žarki, v prikupnih frfotajočih oblekah in med njimi najsvetlejša, tista, ki je nosila najširši nasmeh, nevesta v poročni obleki svoje mami in ki ji jo je prekrojila moja sestra.

Bil je dan ljubezni.

[polovico posnetkov je zabeležil Miro]

It was such a photogenic day. With many vivid umbrellas which coloured up the only hour of the day that was not sunny, right in the moments of the vows, but it seemed like if the sun did not hide even for a second, there were so many happy faces, joy and serenity allaround; in fact, I have even been wondering, if it was maybe all part of the program, as it was so perfectly unbelievable.

It was a day by the sea. With many lovely girls, with their hair playing in the evening sunlight, in adorable fluttering dresses and the brightest among them all, the one who wore the widest smile, the bride in the wedding dress of her mum, which was later remodelled by my sister.

It was a day of love.

[a half of the photos were taken by Miro]

Dremuckanje na plaži Beach snoozing

Poroka na obali je luštna stvar! – tako imaš možnost naslednji dan s sestro in najdražjima predremuckati na plaži, začenši z zajtrkom v času kosila in s kakim mimobežnim skokom v morje, ali pa vsaj potopom do gležnjev. Vam povem, nobenih težav ne bi imela s ponavljanjem takih dni tedensko, heh!

A wedding by the sea, how nice! – that way you have an opportunity snoozing through the next day on the beach with your sister and your dearest, having breakfast in a lunch time for the beginning and whenever-I-want jump to the sea, or at least ankles-dive. I'm telling you, I would not have a problem at all repeating weekly a day like this, heh!

Pasji dnevi ... Dog days ...

… so se začeli, če mene vprašate.

… has started, if you ask me.

Junij June

Bezgovo jutro Elderflower morning

Roke po končanem pripravljanju jutranjega napitka. :)

My hands after finishing morning smoothie. :)

Jamrarija

Sama jamrarija povsod, volilna udeležba pa kljub temu manj kot četrtinska.

Taki smo. Podcenjujemo se. Ne zahtevamo najboljšega. Ne terjamo odgovornosti. Ne kaznujemo. Vseeno nam je. Vse-skupaj-je-brezveze in jaz-sem-nad-tem odnos. Prosim?! In vsa ta mlačnost se potem odraža v vsakdanjem življenju. Ker je to najudobneje. Skrivati se in biti v svojem ozkem svetu na skrivaj zadovoljen del nezadovoljne množice, ki jo teptajo. Pravzaprav se ne čudim, da smo, kjer smo. Smo kaj boljši od tistih, ki so in o katerih le mislimo, da so vsi isti, neučinkoviti in pokvarjeni?

Da je bila udeležba tako nizka, razumem – tudi mene je večino časa imelo, da bi se na ta način maščevala – je pa vse prej kot rešitev. Razlagam si jo tako, da večini ljudi očitno res še ni prehudo v tej naši deželici. Ali kaj? Nimamo mnenja, samo megleni smo, neizvirni, nesamozavestni, opravljivi in črnogledi. Samo to. Prav nam je.

Da ne bi kdo mislil, da je to objava o politiki – ne, to je življenje, del življenja. Stvar, ki še kako vpliva na moj vsakdan, zato naredim, kolikor pač imam vpliva, in z upanjem, da bodo tudi preostali sodržavljani odgovorno vzeli v razmislek in v roke to svojo pravico, seveda z zavedanjem, da politična gospoda ni gospodar mojega bistva in ne bo konec sveta, če z rezultati ne bom zadovoljna. Ampak potem imam lahko vsaj čisto vest in lahko upravičeno nadzorujem in kritiziram. Tiste, ki jih nisem volila in tudi tiste, ki sem jih. 

Drugič dvigni svojo rit in odloči, kdo bo zastopal njene tvoje vrednote.

Kmetica v mestu Farm girl in the town

Kljub temu, da se vzorno obnaša, tudi med stojnicami vseh vrst dobrot s podeželja, ji Miro v središču prestolnice, ker tja pač naš hovdre redko zaide in zato ne pozna vseh fint finih mestnih gospodičen, ki so navajene špancirati po promenadi v slogu, ampak se namesto tega čudi vsemu direndaju in podrobnostim, ljubkovalno pravi kmetica v mestu. :)

Since she does not visit the centre of the capital very often and because she is not some fancy sort of mademoiselle who would know how to walk the promenade in style, but is wondering at all the commotion around instead, she is behaving so nicely there anyway, including among farm-stands with all sorts of delicious goodies; even though, Miro calls her farm girl in the town. :)

Pšenica, najlepši cvet Wheat, the most beautiful flower

Ob temle sem se spomnila na eno mojih najljubših pravljic, vsekakor pa eno tistih, ki sem si jih najbolj zapomnila in katere tri zagonetke pogosto omenjam Miru, Pšenica - najlepši cvet, sicer ljudsko, ki jo je leta 1974 zapisala Kristina Brenk, ilustrirala pa Ančka Gošnik Godec. Lepa pravljica.

Seeing these kind of fields always reminds me of one of my favourite Slovenian folk-tales and for certain one of those which I have remembered most, Wheat - the most beautiful flower. It contains three riddles that a king gave to young men and the one who will successfully solve all of them will marry his beautiful daughter.
 
One of the riddles is to show up there with the most beautiful flower attached to the hat. All candidates came with some fancy flowers arranged into huge bouquets, but one came with a branch of a wheat-ear. Everybody laughed at him, but he won.
 
Beautiful tale. It was written down in 1974 by Kristina Brenk and illustrated by Ančka Gošnik Godec.

[I found only this link where you can read it in English]