Discloth quilt

The sun has such a pretty quilt
Each night he goes to bed,

It's made of lavender and gold,
With great long stripes of red.

 And bordered by the softest tints
Of all the shades of gray.

 It's put together by the sky,
And quilted by the day.

Schottelslet

"Versleten,
lig jij dan nu in de kast!
Nu zijn ze je vergeten,
maar vroeger, werd jij schotetteldoek,
steeds weer opnieuw verrast!!!

Je leven begon voor een baby, ozo klein.
er was nog geen luier, dus maar jou!
Maar bij de kleine wezen, vond jij fijn
het voelde warm en tergelijk `koud`!

Maar het kindje werd groot
en had een viese neus...
Het jonge ding wist niet waar het in
snoot!!
geen zakdoek maar de schotteldoek;
serieus!!

Ook voor een omgevallen beker ranje,
of het afvegen van viese billen!!
de schotteldoek was er goed voor,
het was soms om te gillen!!

Zoals die ene keer...
de w.c. werd schoongemaakt;
Onze schotteldoek vloog alweer!!!
Zelfs toen er werd gebraakt!!!

Tja, het leven van de schotteldoek ging
niet over rozen.
Zijn leven is een beschreven boek;
waar niet is voor gekozen!!

Ramen werden er mee gelapt,
als stofdoek door het huis!!
Lekker mee als kleed tijdens picknicken
in het bos;
o, voor het vangen van een veldmuis!!

Ook als hoofddoek bij de schoonmaak,
en bij de vaat;gedroogd werd hier
alles mee!!
`even de schotteldoek`; werd gezeg
zo vaak!!
Zelfs op vakantie naar de Noord-Zee!!!

Nu is de schotteldoek versleten;
en denkt aan zijn oude dag!
Maar o nee; de kast gaat alweer open..
want met een oude doek,
kan een ieder nog lekker aan de slag!!".

May

 "'Tis like the birthday of the world,
When earth was born in bloom;

 The light is made of many dyes,
The air is all perfume:

 There's crimson buds, and white and blue,
The very rainbow showers

 Have turned to blossoms where they fell,
And sown the earth with flowers."

Needle work

The only place where housework comes before needlework 
is in the dictionary. 

 ~Mary Kurtz

THE NEEDLE AND THREAD

The Needle and Thread one day were wed,
    The Thimble acted as priest,
A paper of Pins, and the Scissors twins
   Were among the guests at the feast.

That dandy trim the Bodkin slim
    Danced with Miss Tape-measure,
But he stepped on her trail, and she called him "a whale,"
    And that put an end to their pleasure

Wrinkled and fat the Beeswax sat 
    And talked with the Needle-case.
"I am glad," she said, "that my niece, the Thread,
    Has married into this race.

"Her mother, the Spool, was a dull old fool,
    And the Needle and Thread were shy;
The result you see came all through me,
    I taught her to catch his eye."

    The Emery-ball just there had a fall--
       She had danced too long at one time,
    And that put a stop to the merry hop,
       And that brings an end to my rhyme.

The groom and the bride took their wedding ride
       Down a long white-seam to the shore,
    And the guests all said there never was wed
       So fair a couple before.

The Beautiful Land of Nod by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Chicago: Morrill, Higgins & Co. [1892]

snow in april

 Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish life was never ending
And all good things, they say, never last

blue bird lane

 The birds sing their melody
The dew on the spider’s beautiful web
I love Spring for itself

blue bird lane

pretty little cottages
all in a row
Geese white as cotton
happily chase bugs amongst the field flowers

blue birds dart from branch to branch
singing their pretty song
as I pass by down the lane

put together quilt as you go 

Take a picture

Not so easy to take a picture
when the cats want to play

just take the pictures
anyway

It is the basket quilt
to be

the moda mandjesquilt
a groep set up by  jeannet

Chickens

Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.

Monday

A cold monday morning
A bit of snow
sliding in to the new week

Smile

It was late last night
There he was, home again

A bit shaken and hungry
and I was very happy

I do not understand

one cat is home save
one cat is gone

fire works all day long
and not old year yet

poor kitty,s poor dogs
poor birds  poor animals

Poor Earth

when will we learn

Blue Bird

I had a dream of bluebirds flying in the sky
singing songs of love as they were flying by
flying all in unison singing all in tune
my heart began to melt as they began to croon

 with there bright blue feathers flying high above
singing all together there lovely song of love
i wont forget the dream or the bluebirds that i saw
i hope that they return in to my dreams once more

Follow your dreams

what is Home

Today  I moved my Mother in what I hope
To be here last home

I hope for her she will have some time
in rest and peace

and a bit of joy an happiness
but some love and warm care
that is what she needs

And what is Home 

love to you all

Early to bed

Early to bed and early to rise:

If that would make me wealthy and wise

I’d rise at daybreak, cold or hot,

And go back to bed at once. Why not?

 

 

so bad

feeling so bad

Blue bird lane quilt

Block 3 is almost done
I use the quilt as you go method

This way I have smaller pieces to quilt
A nice way to quilt

Christmas 2015

It is a full moon this christmas
Hope you all have peace in your hart 

Mother

She's trapped inside the prison walls
That used to be her mind.
The woman that she used to be,
Has long been left behind....

Most of the time it's difficult,
To see our Mom that way.
All we can do is love her now,
As we take life day by day.

About flowers and some stitching

In my garden
almost in bloom
In december

 Have you ever heard
of a flower that never needs
Water ,soil, or sunshine

A flower that stays in full bloom
Through summer and winter
Through good times and bad

 I have one of those.
I call it Love.

day 20 sunday

A house is made of walls and beams
a home is built with love and dreams

Let,s stay
HOME
Have a lazy day

and watch  
the tree,s

How they
come to
Live

Have nice and lazy sunday

Gift

Christmas full of thought,
thoughtfulness in giving things,
rather than the gift.

No Sleep

I cannot get to sleep tonight.
I toss and turn and flop.
I try to count some fluffy sheep
while o'er a fence they hop.
I try to think of pleasant dreams
of places really cool.
I don't know why I cannot sleep -

Spring in December

Birds sing springtime
Diminished in cold
Climate changing

have a nice day