Took time off to visit the garden festival. A discounted concession ticket costs $3.50 which is quite steep for an exhibition. The exhibits occupied the whole 6th and 4th floor at Suntec Exhibition Hall. I specially like the entry entitled "A soldier's Dream of Blightly".

"In our world so troubled by war, isn't it good to have a garden celebrating peace? This garden represents life and beauty - nullifying the horrors of war. Peace in our backyard!"
What a cosy cottage. Very English favored. Serene, peaceful and homely. Reminds me of the quiet afternoon we spent at the Old Smokehouse years ago at Fraser Hills. ahhhh......~
Or again, reminds me of that lovely poem we read while in school:
Silver
slowly, silently, now the moon
walks the night in her silver shoon;
this way, and that, she peers, and sees
silver fruit upon silver trees;
one by one, the casement catch
her beams beneath the silvery thatch.
couched in his kennel, like a log,
with paws of silver sleeps the dog;
from their shadowy cote, the white breasts peep,
of doves in a silver-feathered sleep.
a harvest mouse goes scampering by,
with silver claws, and a silver eye;
and moveless fish in the water gleam,
by silver reeds, in a silver stream.
~ Walter de la Mare
Calligraphy class tonight is quiet. We are starting on the second series of lesson. I picked the "Li-shu" script style to learn as it is the most visually appealing. Guess it's going to be a long year of learning from now on. The sweet girl seated behind is skipping lesson tonight.... kinda missed her and her smiling dimples.
I guess better have an early night. That's quite a bit of things done for today.
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