Merry

This is also the season to visit the Theatre...the Ballet...A Ball..Music...For Romance and Mistletoe..a Concert..The Opera..Together with your loved one Star gazing in the crisp night air..making a wish..and to be MERRY..tralalalala...lalalala


The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination.

Happy weekend...

The North wind...

“I am part of the sea and stars And the winds of the South and North; Of mountains and Moon and Mars, And the ages sent me forth!”

Listen to the North Wind blow....the last leaves surrender...a whirly dance in red and gold...The wind is chasing the clouds ..make way make way..anothere season arrives...There even might be snow...trees of white..tingling ice chrystals dangling from bare branches...mirror frozen lakes..red noses..and warm hearts!

Drawing~Alpine Dawn~Arthur Rackham.

Boost..

We are having a wonderful Autumn day..not to cold,not to wet ,a little breeze,a little shine...perfect weather to give my house (and myself)a BOOST...
First I am going to bake a pie..and put a stew on the stove..Now a lovely scent fills my home..Then I am going to whip out all the ingredients for a wonderful Holiday season..I am going to polish my silver...dust the christal..fill all the candelsticks I can find..put this lovely quilt on my bed to keep me warm together with my new flanel pyjama,and then go to the attic and open the "winter trunk"..its filled with all kinds of curiosity to decorate my house in winter season style...
I'll probably will be busy for ours and when my hubby comes home tonight he will surely say...'what happend here'..because I am well known for my 'home improvement' skills...I think that at the end of this day everything will have a new place..even the big Cabinet(it was my great great grandfathers)..I learned some tricks to move the old thing over the years..
Be sure to visit me dear friend...its MAGIC TIME....

IIts Monday

“Close you eyes and tap your heels together three times. And think to yourself, there's no place like home.

Ease on down now...Its a brand new (Mon)day

The gathering

“True wisdom lies in gathering the precious things out of each day as it goes by.”

Slowly Autumn is changing...Isn't it beautifully the way that Autumn colours lead us brightly into Winter.Lets celebrate this ...and gather all what's beautiful and precious..

Faith

“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings”

A post dedicated to a "Precious little thing with wings".that came to me and told a magical story about a friendship..a friendship strong enough to overcome mountains and oceans..it flies on very powerful wings..Thank You..

The Wishing WEll

“Seek not that the things which happen should happen as you wish; but wish the things which happen to be as they are, and you will have a tranquil flow of life”

Painting Daniel Ridgway Knight

Chatter Chatter

And like every year..on a cold novembernight..at Chattercreek...the witches meet...

Chatter: to talk rapidly in a foolish or purposeless way; jabber. To utter a succession of quick, inarticulate, speechlike sounds, as monkeys or certain birds.

Owl

Owl

The diet of the owl is not
For delicate digestions.
He goes out on a limb to hoot
Unanswerable questions

And just because he winks like men
Who utter sage advice,
We think him full of wisdom when
He's only full of mice.


by X.J. Kennedy

Searching..

“A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you don't find it, but its what falls out at the back that is often more interesting.”

James Matthew Barrie quotes

IIIIts Monday...

“Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree but to hold hands

Go Frolic...

little Man, and tiny Maid,

Who love the Fairies in the glade,

Who see them in the tangled grass

The Gnomes and Brownies, as they pass,

Who hear the Sprites from Elf-land call

Go, frolic with these Brownies small,

And join these merry sporting Elves,

But ever be your own sweet selves.

The Hidden door..

She put the key in her pocket and walked up and down her walk. No one but herself ever seemed to come there, so she could walk slowly and look at the wall, or, rather, at the ivy growing on it. The ivy was the baffling thing. Howsoever carefully she looked she could see nothing but thickly growing, glossy, dark green leaves. She was very much disappointed. Something of her contrariness came back to her as she paced the walk and looked over it at the tree-tops inside. It seemed so silly, she said to herself, to be near it and not be able to get in. She took the key in her pocket when she went back to the house, and she made up her mind that she would always carry it with her when she went out, so that if she ever should find the hidden door she would be ready.

Painting-The Secret Garden-Inga Moore.

Fortune

I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value!

Painting~The Fortune Teller~Ernst Gustave Girardot.