Serve me a Slovenian palette and I will fashion you a smile.
Life flows easy where laughter tips lips and lilts in softest sunlight,
opening doors in slippered feet.
Vernacular rolls like sweet cherries,
Edible sounds mixed and harmonised,
Nurtured in leafy groves,
then gathered in garden baskets filled with flowers, all bright and tender.
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Lovely Julia.
More like this please!
Anna :o]
With pleasure x
Lovely!
Like slippers and cherries x
Making me wish I had some Slivovitz….
Sitting outside duty free – could probably reach some from here!
Brings back memories for me. My dad and his brothers all playing cribbage and doing shots of Slovenian brandy. Hadn’t thought about that in quite a while–Thanks for the Memory!
Forgive me, but I just researched your surname – fascinated now.
Ah yes. I believe it used to have a ‘j’ in it. ‘Panijan’. I always joke that the ‘J’ got lost on Ellis Island. Both of my dad’s parents came to the U.S. sometime just before 1900. They met here in the states. If you’re interested, I have been working on a photo-archive of my family. These are the earliest:
https://panfamphotos.wordpress.com/portfolio/berinies-album-1940s/
Will definitely take a look – thank you 😊