Tea Time

Come...share a cup of tea with me.
Tell me about your day, how it went.
Would you care for a scone with that?
Come...share a cup of tea with me.
 

Just two

Kittens kittens everywhere
Kittens chewing on my hair
Kittens climbing up my jeans

Kittens hanging from the screens
There's a kitten on each shoulder
Will they do this when they're older?

 Kittens fighting on the chairs
Kittens tumbling down the stairs
There's a kitten on my head

There's a kitten in the bread!
There's a kitten in my shoe
I don't believe we just have two!
 

Cats

Gentle eyes
that see so much,
paws that have
the quiet touch.

Purrs to signal
"all is well"
and show more love
than words can tell.

Graceful movements
touched with pride,
a calming presence
by our side.

A friendship
that will last and grow -
small wonder
why we love them so.

Another year is dawning

As the new year blossoms,
may the journey of your life
be fragrant with new opportunities,
your days be bright with new hopes
and your heart be happy with love!

Christmas present

two new friends
two little boys
a Christmas present

 

Merry Christmas

I wish you joy all though your holidays,
I wish you good luck that forever stays.
I wish you the love of family and friends,
I wish you happy days that never ever ends.
Merry Christmas to you!

December

"I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.

'We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,'
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December."
-   Oliver Herford, I Heard a Bird Sing

Home

"Never be the only one,
except, possibly,
in your own home."

-   Alice Walker   

Heart

Shhhh...hear the sweet sound Listen to your heart singing dance to the music

 

The Gift

 

 

Friendship is a priceless gift
That can't be bought or sold,
But its value is far greater
Than a mountain made of gold.

The doll is made by my dear Friend Willy go check her blog and the wonderful exhibition of her amazing work

 

just stitching

we should be careful
Of each other , we schould be kind
While there is still time

Fairy Houses

The sweet and tiny fairy house
Which the deepest woods disguises;
If you find it, please be kind,
And you may get some fairy surprises!

the traveling goes on and on

Life is a circle that starts at birth
Keeps on growing and spreading away
Searching it seems for some worth
Death being completion to our dismay

A circle can be a lonely thing
No ending on a path in the dark
Lost and endless the wandering
Where you're always alone and apart

Travelers Blanket



Circles
Surrounded by them,
You wonder which way
they actually turn.

You spin around
in a dizzy haze
Making life follow you
At each turn.

They have no beginning
And no end


 

 

 

Yes here she is again

I took here out of the box
to work on here for a bit

The dancing dollies
are dancing again

Monday Rain

just some weaving

after work

some little work for the road
nothing ,s done
so now at home
little stitches
Home

Home sweet home

back from Lanzarote
we had a lovely holliday
But it is Always good to go home


 

Autumn Sighs

 

"The leaves are green, the nuts are brown,
They hang so high they won't come down.
Leave them alone till frosty weather,
Then they will all come down together."

Slowly

The Elephant is Slow to Mate

  by D. H. Lawrence

The elephant, the huge old beast,
     is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
     they wait

for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
     slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
     and drink and browse

and dash in panic through the brake
     of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
     together, without a word.

So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
     grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
     hiding their fire.

Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
     so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
     for the full repast.

They do not snatch, they do not tear;
     their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near, more near
     till they touch in flood.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15346#sthash.iq1RfPGQ.dpuf

 

little stiches on a lazy sunday

love entwined

 

 

The Elephant is Slow to Mate

  by D. H. Lawrence

The elephant, the huge old beast,
     is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
     they wait

for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
     slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
     and drink and browse

and dash in panic through the brake
     of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
     together, without a word.

So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
     grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
     hiding their fire.

Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
     so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
     for the full repast.

They do not snatch, they do not tear;
     their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near, more near
     till they touch in flood.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15346#sthash.iq1RfPGQ.dpuf

 

The Elephant is Slow to Mate

  by D. H. Lawrence

The elephant, the huge old beast,
     is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
     they wait

for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
     slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
     and drink and browse

and dash in panic through the brake
     of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
     together, without a word.

So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
     grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
     hiding their fire.

Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
     so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
     for the full repast.

They do not snatch, they do not tear;
     their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near, more near
     till they touch in flood.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15346#sthash.iq1RfPGQ.dpuf

With love

a present For a special person

after a long talk this little heart quilt

Love that is fragile as a butterfly
that lands in your palm
with a glittering of color
and with trust that you will care
Allowing them freedom
to spread wings in the air
When they are deperate for warmth
a heart staying open
Closing a fist
a soul will be broken
Caring enough
to keep hands open
 Waiting and watching
as love only can

 

Friday Feeling

I have that “Friday feeling”,
I think you know the one.
The weekend is upon us,
Let’s go and have some fun
 

The Second Hand Shop

Down in the grasses

Where the grasshoppers hop

And the katydids quarrel

And the flutter-moths flop --

Down in the grasses

Where the beetle goes "plop"

An old withered fairy

Keeps a second-hand shop.

She sells lost thimbles

For Fairy milk pails

And burnt-out matches

For fence posts and rails.

She sells stray marbles

To bowl on the green,

And bright scattered beads

For the crown of the queen.

Oh, Don't feel badly

Over things that you lose

Like spin tops or whistles

Or dolls buckled shoes;

They may be things that

Fairy folk can use:

For down in the grasses

Where the grasshoppers hop

A withered old fairy

Keeps a second-hand shop.

September

Full grown fruits
And fully blossomed flowers
You see in September!

Zomaar op Zondag

Ja je ziet het goed 
de rand ,,
er af gehaald en aan de slag met
Kant

Yes you see it right
the edge, t had to take off and get to work with
Lace

al heel lang op mijn verlang lijstje staan
en nu toch echt begonnen

has long been on my wish list
and now really begun