This and a couple of other postcards were mixed in with family photos. I think my father brought them back from his one trip to Uzbekistan. Mementos from another time and place. Now I feel old.
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Happy May Day! For you today I've planted thyme. Here's the myth:
During the Middle Ages it was believed that the scent of thyme inspired bravery. Knights wore scarves with thyme leaves sewn on them during tournaments; In English lore, if a person collected thyme flowers from hillsides where fairies lived, and rubbed the flowers on their eyelids, they would be able to see the fairies.
Thyme has a lovely scent. I'm pretty sure that it - or some version of it - grows wild in Europe.
I want to visit Uzbekistan. I want to visit all the Stans sans Pakistan and Afghanistan. They have the most interesting post soviet architecture. You get a sense of that socialist styled realism in your father's post card.
Beautiful place. Keep those photos coming.
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