A Smile

It costs nothing, but creates much
It enriches those who receive,
Without impoverishing those who give.
It happens in a flash and the memory of it lasts forever.

None are so rich they can get along without it
And none so poor but are richer for its benefits.
It creates happiness in the home,

Fosters good will in a business,
And is the countersign of friends.
It is rest to the weary, daylight to the discouraged,
Sunshine to the sad, and nature's best antidote for trouble.
Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen,
For it is something that is no earthly good to anybody
Till it is given away.
If someone is too tired to give you a smile,
Leave one of yours.
For, nobody needs a smile so much
As those who have none to give.

AAAA

The ABC

'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"

Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"

"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."

C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."

"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."

"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.

"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."

X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."

Spike Milligan :

One change

One smile can change the look on so many faces
One laugh can change the tone in so many voices
One tear can change the level of so many oceans

poem

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,

              - Emily Dickinson,

Travelers blanket

Travel to the place
Where mind set to peace,
No one can see,
Feel us free.

Travel to the place
Where we can breathe,
Fill our desire,
We wish; we aspire.

Travel to the place
Where we have silence,
Flower of fragrance,
And nature to admire.

Travel to the place
Where we can write,
Lines of rhyme,
At any time.

Travel to the place
Where we have enough space,
Work without race,
No tension on face.

Travel to the place
Where we can dance,
Sing at glance,
Bit of time to romance.

Travel to the place
Where we spread love,
Freedom to serve
And land to move.

Travel to the place
Where we can live,
Of joy and sprinkle its grace,
And do anything, anywhere.

Divyesh J. Shah :

Grandma

I don't know how many times I admired it
That antique piece of machinery
Black with some silver and gold
A pedal that worked by knee
I saw her sitting there for hours
Sewing a patch on my old blue jeans
Making a fuzzy brown teddy bear
Designing dresses for my sister and me
Grandma looks happy as she sewed
She was in a world of her own
I remember her beautiful face
And how her eyes gleamed with delight
After showing us her latest creation
Memories of her cloud my mind
The sound of the sewing machine
Lives on in my heart
Along with Grandma's beautiful face

My Back is Whack

Every day starts with a crack
How much I loathe my awful back!
It hurts when walking, driving, sleeping
I'm tired of hurting, aching, weeping
I don't like pills or smelly lotions
I don't believe in magic potions
Instead I stretch and exercise
But my back won't compromise

 so sad ,,,,,,,
I will not be there
I hope you have a wonderful day ladies,,,,,,,

A sun for hearts

The days are clear,
Day after day,
When April's here,
That leads to May,
And June
Must follow soon:
Stay, June, stay! -
If only we could stop the moon
And June!

in time

did the on-line class with Arlee sometime ago
this is the first time I use some of the lovely stitching

there will be more
love the structure

Listen

Seat yourself under the oak trees,
Watch the leaf dust dance in the breeze,
Breathe in the flowers and catkins,
The slow buzzing motion of bees.

Reverse ,,,,,

The front and the backside of the quilt to be
thinking of making the quilt reversible
let the brain work ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
   

Earthday

We are all puppets to cheer on this Earth,
While joy and sorrow always come since our birth !
Daylights follow dusk towards the gloomy nights,
And bring us such a joy to renew our sights !
Fresh air and clean water nourish our souls,
Without them, we suffer, and pay the heavy tolls !

ecoprinted silk with red roses

It worked

I did it

and I love it

and now I want more

April 13

The last day of the class extending embellishment by Karen 
I have to say it is and was    I did more classes with here
excellent I had so little time but learned so much  and one day I hope to
use all the techniques she is showing

 April is my birthday month and this year 60 roses from my love
A house full of people lots and lots of presents
and lots and lots of cooking
but it was so much fun
And if you read my blog you now my dear friend is gone
so you see there is so much going on here
It is so quiet now and I am able to sit and stitch
but often my hands are not doing anything
and my mind wanders  to times past

have a great weekend
Emmy

Skinny R.I.P

 To Skinny

 She arrived in spring
Like a fresh gentle breeze
She was injured and starving
Curious and hopeful
A loving, trusting feline...
She was strong and unflinching
Vivacious and lively
She was radiant...she was youthful
She was ours...
We shared her raptures and sorrows
Her ups and her downs
Her life...
 

Now it is spring again..
But this time she has to go
Her spirit and essence will always live through us
She will eternally remain within us...
She will forever feel our love.... 

April, Dear 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.

Home

Nature awakens

Spring is for real and kicking

Cold breezes touched me

sweeties

she was waiting to be finished
and so alone
so I made here some friends 

even on here back is a friend
you see now she is never alone again

and if you are following my blog ,,
this one is also made a doll

have a nice Sunday evening to you all

smile

flowers in the garden
and the cat sleeps

Lace

making lace on a lazy sunday

Dreamrider

I travel to unknown places
where the day never ends
the sun always shine
a dreamrider i am
and my youth is my comrade
behind me i left
the puppets of mankind
I travel where there are no kings
no dreamthieves
the sky is always blue
no Gods and no Slaves
just me
a crazy dreamrider

Fun is good ,,,,,

paper and scrim

manipulate the paper  I just love this class
It takes me over the edge
if you like what you see
go and find more here and here

the soft delicate lace with the paper

from there to here
from here to there
funny things are everywhere

Think and wonder, wonder and think

free motion embroidery on scrim

scrim and paper

extendent embellisment

A new course by Karen
working with scrim

For the first course I made a piece
not finished yet
A good time to extend

Silly nonsense ?????

Of all the silly nonsense,
this is the stupidest tea party
I've ever been to in all my life.