my friend

My little friend died yesterday
a sad day

looks like autum

rain and it looks like autum
stitching on this quilt
slowly it grows
a lazy sunday
stitching and dreaming
outside there is rain

an article on my work

I have Tineke to thank for
she asked me for this article
I am proud to be in a beautiful magazine like Quilt & Zo

Embroidery is a pleasant art,
That leaves its patterns on your heart.
Stories told by intricate design,
I'm so thankful for this craft of mine!

old things

Old things are more beautiful
than many things brand new
because they bring fond memories
of things we used to do.
Old photographs in albums
love letters tied with lace
recapture those old feelings
that new ones can't replace.
Baby shoes, a teddy bear,
a ring that Grandma wore,
are treasures waiting there behind
a door marked "Nevermore".
Old things are more beautiful,
more precious day by day.
Because they are the flowers
we planted yesterday.

Shells

 She sells sea-shells on the sea shore;
The shells that she sells are sea-shells I'm sure.
So if she sells sea-shells on the sea shore,
I'm sure that the shells are sea-shore shells.

Tea Party

weaving along on the tea party quilt
I changed the name from tea pot to tea party 
it is better this way
for it is a party a joy to work on

outfit

A new outfit for a new doll

a jacket and apron for working in the garden

New feet within my garden go,

New fingers stir the sod;

A troubadour upon the elm

Betrays the solitude.

New children play upon the green,

New weary sleep below;

And still the pensive spring returns,

And still the punctual snow!

-         Emily Dickinson  

Rose Garden

 
I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.
When you take, you gotta give, so live and let live,
Or let go.

Cupcakes

Oh all the kinds of cupcakes,
Filled with sugar and sweet.
They're all sorts of flavors,
And my favorite treat.
Strawberry and vanilla,
Chocolate and peanut-butter.
They're all so delicious,
I have to have another.
But I must resist,
For if I don't there will be trouble.
But try as hard as I might,
They're all so yummy and loveable! ! !
Luna Moon

a little design,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Every clothes loving girl,
Wants to be,
A fashion designer,
Of the highest quality.

To design for the rich,
Design for the poor,
Design for the famous,
Then design even more.

Design a new pair of jeans,
A nightgown or two,
Design a dress for me,
And then a top for you.

Think up the latest fad,
Make a magazine as well,
See your ideas on the catwalk,
Before they go to shops, to sell.

to love and to hold

The Rag Doll

by *acidlullaby

She built her home in tear drops
And gave her heart to the sky.
She tied up leaves
Around her sleeves
And pretended she could fly.

One morning in mid Winter
On a day that felt more like Spring,
She opened her ears
To the sound of tears
And imagined she could sing.

Overhead the birds would sweep
In sunshine or in rain.
Part of a crowd
They were happy and proud
And ignorant of her pain.

With a final farewell to teardrops
She climbed the tallest tower...
In her silent voice
She made her choice
Knowing freedom was in her power.

With her gaze up to the heavens
She felt then only peace,
As she took one step more
That trailed across the floor
She finally sought release.

The world lit up in sun beams
As she soared high on makeshift wings,
And the birds gathered round
Because they had found
They could hear music when she sings.

OOOO and AAAAA

Arlee is making these wonderful fabricks
I want to feel an see it in the flesh
and here they are
I can feel and see and feel ,,,,,,,,,,,,

very beautiful

the leaves are so real

The fabric so soft

and something extra  thanks Arlee
I am a happy girl
Here You can see more of the treasures  and it is for sale

Tea pots

  I'm a little teapot, short and stout,
    Here's my handle, here's my spout,
    When I hear the tea-cups, hear me shout,
    "Tip me up and pour me out".

Hexagons

Hexing Hexagons

These hexing hexagons of mine
Are perplexing hexing thoughts
Of whirling toward the world I see
For a swirl of whirling fun
A line to spawn these drawn shapes
As they dawn to spawn some more
Then patterns placed by grace to find
Show races placed inside my mind

Paul Moosberg

The Mushroom

The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants --
At Evening, it is not --
At Morning, in a Truffled Hut
It stop upon a Spot
As if it tarried always
And yet its whole Career
Is shorter than a Snake's Delay
And fleeter than a Tare --
'Tis Vegetation's Juggler --
The Germ of Alibi --
Doth like a Bubble antedate
And like a Bubble, hie --
I feel as if the Grass was pleased
To have it intermit --
This surreptitious scion
Of Summer's circumspect.
Had Nature any supple Face
Or could she one contemn --
Had Nature an Apostate --
That Mushroom -- it is Him!

Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886

New Beginnings

I see the field where life does grow
in patches green from down below
where now we walk thru seeds once sown
a time of new beginning

We look not back from whence we came
or where we go it's all the same
where life's within a picture frame
in times of new beginning

Hold not for what tomorrow brings
to change your life, so many things
the bell once tolled, no longer rings
for a time of new beginning

Give not to sadness, enjoy the smiles
In fields, once yielded to the plow
come lay with me for just a while
This time of new beginning

So look now deep into my eyes
enjoy this time for how it flies
of gentle moans and tender sighs
for us and new beginnings

Big Bigger

The forest quilt is no longer a quilt it is a BIG pillow now
for dreaming my dreams

Let me take you to the enchanted forest,
Where the fairies and the elves will pamper you,
Amid the wild rose and honeysuckle plants,
To remind you of the marvels of your youth.

Dromen

Dromen  dat zijn avonturen
Avonturen in je hoofd
Dromen dat zijn de verhalen
Die je bijna niet gelooft.

happy Easter

to all my Friends

No Time

  sometimes I feel like this


No Time
I push through the chaos,
My mind tangles up,
My senses are battered,
My thoughts remain shut,
The purr of the traffic
Sends birds to the sky,
Abused by construction,
I wish I could fly,
As I glance at my watch
I know I must run,
I've no time for a life,
No time to have fun,
I've no time to observe,
My eyes cannot see,
There's no time to listen,
No time to be me.

By Polly C

birthday gift

last week was my birthday 
today came a belated gift
She is as old as I am
we were born in 1952
she is so beautiful
I am a happy girl

So Beautiful

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enjoy and have a great weekend

HAIKU

Spring is warming
Spring is a cool season
Fun lasting spring

New Live

with a little help from these ladies  this sheep got 2 childeren

here is the first one just born

there is new live all around us

Sunny Sunday

A bit more about Noordwijk
I got this little gift from Tineke ,,,,
It is something I would choose
It gave my spirits quite a lift
It’s something I will use!

And I also like to let you know
the new challenge we received     
The strength of Mother Earth
 from Sandra,


and as you know I like a poem
for my inspiration

Mother Earth
Gazing up toward the light,
...spinning slowly 'round.
Hear her soft sweet lullaby,
...and sink toward the ground.

Feel her peaceful greenness,
...breathe in her clear blue sky.
Evermore forgiving;
...be thankful she's alive.

Give back to her so kindly,
...her face we've known since birth.
Cherish her not blindly,
...for she's our only Mother Earth. 

oant sjen 

Emmy