Varda dienas for me are so associated with gladioli. That’s what guests used to bring in my New England days since this lovely annual is now in bloom.
As my dear aunt , Mrs. Austra P, used to say: Uz Varda dienam var tapat ierasties, uz dzimsanas dienam ir jaaicina.( You may just show up to someone’s home on their VD, you should be invited for birthdays)
Also wisdom from her:
Vai Tu atceries to dienu,
Kad Tu dzeri tikai pienu?
Ratos guleji un blavi,
Visiem sevi skupstit lavi!
( Do you remember the day,
When you drank only milk?
Lying, screaming in your carriage,
Allowing everyone to kiss you!)
Thank you! Have a coffee with Rigas Balzams and sugar on me! Mmmmmm!
Rosamunde, schenk’ mir dein Herz und dein “Ja!”
Rosamunde, frag’ doch nicht erst die Mama.
Rosamunde, glaub’ mir, auch ich bin dir treu,
Denn zur Stunde, Rosamunde,
Ist mein Herz grade noch frei.
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