24.11.14

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's Monday...


                         .... not even mentioning Monday's..............


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So..lets go live that wonderful life..

22.11.14

You can leave me here...


                          You can leave me here


                                 I'll be FINE...

“I stubbed my toe just as someone dropped a book into the inside drop box. As I yelped and howled in pain, a child on the other side said, 'Mommy, I think we hurt the book!”

 ― Gina Sheridan, I Work at a Public Library: A Collection of Crazy Stories from the Stacks.
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pitcure-National Library of Ireland-Kildare Street in Dublin. (my daughter will visit this marvelous place soon..so happy for her) To the Library and beyond ...:)

21.11.14

A happy pair..


-Where did you come from, asked the squirrel sharing nuts with a little Faun..
 -Well.."I - I got in through the wardrobe in the spare room..
 -A line from Narnia..said the squirrel amused....and responded with..“Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.”
 -Charlotte Bronte....And I agree...said the Faun whilst cracking a nut..
 -We must remember to save "three nuts for Cinderella"..
 -That's a movie said the Faun..my favorite..

 The woodland creatures are gathering for winter..
 ................................................................ When I was  little (a long time ago)  this movie for me was enchanting...

A happy weekend to all of you out there on the globe..stay warm and stay happy..!!

20.11.14

Prepared....


Winter Trees

                                      All the complicated details
                                      of the attiring and
                                      the disattiring are completed!
                                      A liquid moon
                                      moves gently among
                                      the long branches.
                                      Thus having prepared their buds
                                      against a sure winter
                                      the wise trees
                                      stand sleeping in the cold.

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Are you prepared for winter ....

Poem by William Carlos.