This is my Olivetti Lettera 32 typewriter photographed when taking a pause while writing Blog Questions Challenge: Technology a few days ago.

Mom’s old hands next to a plate from my late Grandma’s vintage dinner service at Easter.
Call your Mom.

Taken this Easter in my sister’s garden, the two sour cherry trees dominate the landscape of the yard during this time of the year with their huge canopies filled with flowers.

Sometimes the fun a kid has while playing shows unexpected strength, will and passion. It would be great if adults would have the determination that kids have sometimes.

While this breed is often regarded as scary, this goodboye is a loving and attentive well-behaved little being. He also drools a lot.

My life-saver, my anchor to reality, the light of my eyes, Foxy. While she’s technically a mutt, she has a lot of Golden Retriever features. Also they call it the golden hour for a reason.

Yes, I seem to have a pattern. The third post in a row with a photo of a dog, I guess it’s because these little creatures have immense hearts, are resilient in face of hardships and despite all the bad things they get in their life, they manage to get somehow on top, move on and find the strength in their heart to love the human kind. Maya is a dog that lived a hard life, lost on the streets, chased and haunted, surving an accident which took one of her paw, she is the perfect example of how nothing can bring them down. An angel, a hero, a loving soul.

Coincidences are never a bad thing, and the fact that this cat has the same name as my typewriter is a fortunate accident. Luna is the second cat of my niece, she’s lovingly giving soft nibbles as a token of appreciation and she’s always playful and talkative. And hungry. Boy, oh boy, this cat eats as much as a pitbull. I think I’ve seen her murder a cow and eat it in one sitting. Mad cat, I tell you. On the other hand, she’s super cute and she’s been adopted since the day she sat on my niece’s porch and said “this is my home nao”, proof once again that a cat will choose you, you never choose your cat.

Say henlo to my little fren! She is Minnie, she is five years old, my niece’s cat and since Luna came around, she is very jealous and upset and doesn’t take (or give) a crap anymore. Here she looks like she is manifesting her zen, but it’s actually her face of “please take that other cat away from me nao”. I love Minnie, she’s lovely, loving, very talkative and she runs the neighbourhood. Top cat!