Where only memories grow
Like tall trees
My thoughts lie in fallow
Numbed by the dreams
Of warriors, fellows, young and old
The futures
Put to rest in a war a world ignores
O brothers, sisters, brave was your call
Brave must be my sorrow
In your names
All
I cannot waver
A free Ukraine you fought and died for
A free Ukraine will be won
Spring blossoms will shade us
For evermore

Hungary should be in court not crowing like a big, fat vulture on a heap of disaster.

time fades to nothing
as overused teabags do

This honey in Ukraine, generally acknowledged as world best, with certificates to prove it, is also becoming the rarest.The war does that, and as the beekeepers fall in battle so does much of the tradition of making honey. And yet still in the market I find her, weather-beaten smile on her face, selling a solitary pot, home-made of course. She also has a handful of beeswax candles, this wiry, strong, smiling woman from the village. With the blackouts I need them, for the bombs continue to fall.