El Olivo

 

It made me sad that grandpa’s ashes rested alone under the olive tree. It was his wish to be cremated, but still… Both of them had spent a lifetime together, and I don’t doubt they had loved each other dearly. But while he slept forever alone under the olive tree, my grandma got to rest in The Almudena cemetery, close to  her family. 

It made me sad… until a few minutes ago. I went to greet him, as I often do, to touch the olive tree and send him a thought… when I noticed the huge plant right under the tree—I mean huge, growing like crazy. Could it be? I reached for one of its leaves, rubbing it between my fingers, and there it was… a gush of lavender on steroids. My grandmother was obsessed with lavender…

Serendipity is a wonderful thing.

Happy weekend dear earthlings. I know it’s not exactly easy at the moment, but here we are—still breathing, still together on this wonderful planet. Let’s not forget it.

Love,

Luxx 

STRANGER THINGS

 

... keeps on happening... 

my colleague, with whom I play lotto every now and then, has just shown me his numbers for Friday the 13th of December. Basically every one of the numbers he chose is one digit either short  or over the winning one, every single number (the first row on the picture is the winning numbers, the second row is his first game which was well off the mark but the third row under that one is the shocking one) I feel like crying. Surprisingly he's still smiling. What an outstanding human being.