Differing Opinions and Wise Words

I grew up during the Cold War. The threat of nuclear war seemed very real to a sensitive teenager like me, especially with all the media hype and films about at the time. Did that shape my opinions about nuclear power too? Or was it my love of nature?… Common sense?… Parental influence?… Idealism?…

There have been several articles in the international press recently, in view of the anniversary of the Fukushima disaster, which speak out for nuclear power, despite what happened. I have read them and still cannot fathom why Germany’s decision to phase out all nuclear power stations by 2022 is so strongly criticised both in Europe and internationally.

Wise words: This article here reflects my views, and I believe those of many people – normal citizens – who do not have a financial or political interest in maintaining nuclear power stations.

Some of the Chernobyl radioactive cloud was blown over Germany and many other parts of northern Europe 26 years ago – in some areas it also rained…  this means, for example, that wild funghi here will be contaminated for hundreds of years. The nearest nuclear power station to us, as the crow flies (or as the wind blows), is about 60 km. Chernobyl was about 1,500 kms away…



My German friend Linde has always been delighted at my use of the word “lovely“.

“It’s so English!” she would say.

Is it? Perhaps.

Sadly, after 18 years of life in another country, speaking another language, I no longer use this adjective for expressing pleasure as often as I should like.

Yet I obviously THINK it; last week I had a lovely surprise: a nomination for the “One Lovely Blog Award”… and my first thought was “How lovely!”

I love this new world of words and pictures I have discovered in the last few months, and the support we all give each other is energizing and inspiring.

A very big THANK YOU to Strawberry Indigo at


for nominating me!

Strawberry Indigo is a wonderful writer and writes about so many different things; I particularly like her social commentary page, and her lovely posts on life in general, and plants of course … and the “fresh quotes” are great too!

The rules for this award are simple:

  • Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award and his or her blog link.
  •  Pass the award to other newly discovered blogs.
  •  Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

I am passing on this award to three blogs that I have only recently discovered:

A Strawberry Patch

Wonderful photos and posts on nature and gardening, as well as some lovely poetry.



Green Tapestry

Anna writes about gardening and plants, with the added extras of  the occasional seasonal poem and lovely photos.



Lakeside Lane

Diane combines beautiful art photography with atmospheric and uplifting quotes. Simply wonderful. (Or should I say “lovely“!)



Have a look at all these sites, and enjoy some top-class pictures and prose!

Signs of Life

Is this a bud?

(She asks tentatively, trying to veil her excitement).

Yes! My hellebore IS still alive! Every year I am amazed that anything has survived the dry cold frosts and freezing temperatures. And every year my brave little plants push their way up out of the crumbly frozen soil looking for light and warmth…


(This is, however, nothing compared to the 30,000-year-old flower revived in Russia! See article here.)


The heuchera in a pot near the front door has also stood up to the frost well.

Candlemas Bells (Snowdrops)

“The Snowdrop, in purest white array, First rears her head on Candlemas day.”

(Old English saying)

Well, they’re a bit late this year owing to the big freeze and all the snow we’ve had. But they are now making up for lost time… you can almost see them growing!

The following poem is as dramatic and meaningful to me as the sight of the first little white buds struggling impatiently towards the light.


Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.

I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn’t expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring–

afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world.

by Louise Gluck


Spring is finally within sight!

We have survived the winter once again!


Our river/canal (the Main-Danube Canal) is freezing up… no barges will pass for a while as the whole waterways in northern Germany are freezing over too.

It’s very peaceful.

And cold.

I feel sorry for the ducks.

Fire and Ice

by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.