Saturday, April 29, 2017


April ,,,, yes ,, well
It was a nasty month

My brithday
That was oke 

Many lovely friends  and presents

65 red roses 
 my love gave them

nice stitching
it was to cold to do something in the garden 
so i am working on a garden in the house
stevies garden

more flowers
an other quilt I am making

I was sad there was dead and and some got sick

Wel it is almost may
hope  we get better days

Friday, March 31, 2017

Almost April

April, dear April, I beg you come soon –

And bring your sweet primroses too.

Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,

As skies offer sunshine anew.

April, dear April, my blessed spring child,

Ornate in your yellow and white,

Teasing the birds into trilling their songs

And dancing to music of flight.

April, dear April, come enter my dreams

And rid me from cold winter chills.

Banish the rain and those blustery winds

And warm up our countryside hills. 

April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -

You have to move on ‘till next year.

And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,

You’ll always be my month most dear.

Sunday, March 05, 2017

Never a dull moment

 every month a new block
 sometimes a little basket
 and some secrets  sssssst,...

Saturday, February 18, 2017

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
 Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taking, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

 When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Matters of the heart

You can take a pill or potion
For most anything that ails
There's an ointment or a lotion
When the pill or potion fails

But there's a fortune waiting
For the one who can impart
A cure to heal the aching
In the matters of the heart


Friday, February 10, 2017

Red Cats

Cats all around 
Playing with yarn
So cute 

Cats scratching meowing
cats sleeping 
lazy cats

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Lost and Found

Nothing is ever lost
But rather misplaced

If you are looking
Keep looking
If you are searching
Keep searching
If you are lost
Do not give up hope
For you will be found

If one looks
One can find
If one is lost
One can be found
Again and again

Saturday, January 28, 2017


It is always  a little party
when the flowers are on the table

the water is better then elsewhere
it is the best

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Hello World

On a Sunday morning
It is dark and cold outside

I could not sleep anymore
so I sit here in a warm room
my Friends by my site

little Hearts and some baskets
stitching and thinking

 Feeling fine

have a lovely Sunday 

Friday, January 20, 2017

100 Hartjes

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

poem by Emily Dickinson