donderdag, maart 24, 2011

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

zondag, maart 20, 2011

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; 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 

vrijdag, maart 18, 2011


The labyrinth awaits the sojourner--
almost calls her name--
Will you enter my simple boundaries
and journey my paths
One Step at a Time?

we went to Noordwijk to show the finished Labyrinth quilts 
Sandra Tineke Willy and Myself 

Willy arranged a beautiful house and she invited us, 
the weather was so good the first spring day  
we walked and talked enjoying the sun 
It was a wonderful present 

Home again enjoining the memories
of lovely days 
Thanks to Willy  

zondag, maart 13, 2011

This Little Bag

This little bag I hope will prove
To be not vainly made--
For, if you should a needle want
It will afford you aid.
And as we are about to part
T'will serve another end,
For when you look upon the Bag
You'll recollect your friend
Jane Austen

zondag, maart 06, 2011


The Tea Party
I had a little tea party
This afternoon at three.
'Twas very small-
Three guest in all-
Just I, myself and me.

Myself ate all the sandwiches,
While I drank up the tea;
'Twas also I who ate the pie
And passed the cake to me

 It is not my birthday yet,
but I got my first present from my dear friend Willy

we had a great day together Sandra Willy and myself
now while drinking tea and remembering all the days we had

Thanks for a fine friendship 
I will make myself an other cup of tea

have a nice sunday

vrijdag, maart 04, 2011

just a poem


When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Jenny Joseph