story-time..

Peter Pan Statue Kensington garden Londen......enchanting
James Barrie - The Little White Bird

ideas..

"'Libraries are not safe places, and the reason for that is there are ideas to be found.'"

Salamanca library (Spain)

Old Postcard

Old Postcard Art

I love old postcards..found this wonderful blog..please visit..

Fields of gold

I combined three things i love today..the voice of Eva,the work of Vincent,and the fields of gold Iwalk with my love in the summer of today ,and hopefully many summers to come...


painting..Wheat field with lark..Vincent van Gogh
on the playlist..Eva Cassidy..Fields of gold

Magic from above..

Very strange weather we are having lately..warm summerdays (atlast) heavy rains and thunderstorms.But,when nature calms down there it is..magic from above........a rainbow.
Wishing you all the magic from above today because..iiits monday again ,how time flies..

Roads..

I love to wander ..follow old roads in the country.This picture was taken about two weeks ago on a country walk.(And i am always very curious what's just around the bend)

(on the play-list Summer adagio Vivaldi)

nobody knows

No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.

It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.

But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.

And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.

So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes...
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.

Yesterday Fern told me there was a strong wind blowing in the Lakeland.Then i remembered this poem from The Pooh corner and also a sweet memory of flying a kite when i was a little girl..In holland the weather is windy almost every day,so Fern..lets go fly a kite..

scary...

The Black Cat - Edgar Allan Poe

I love..ghost stories

lantern

"Faith means living with uncertainty - feeling your way through life, letting your heart guide you like a lantern in the dark"

I love.. paper lanterns in a summer evening garden

Under water

Lets take a dive....let the world be...leave everyting behind you and drift..float..maybe kiss a dolphin or a whale on the way,listen... they can sing....

Romantic

A Romantic Love Letter written by Wolfgang Mozart: "Romantic Love Letter written by Wolfgang Mozart to his wife Constanze.
It is believed that this romantic love letter was written Mainz October 17, 1790
This is a portion of a long letter sent by Wolfgang Mozart to his wife Constanze from whom he was often separated.

PS.— while I was writing the last page, tear after tear fell on the paper. But I must cheer up — catch! — An astonishing number of kisses are flying about — The deuce! — I see a whole crowd of them! Ha! Ha!…I have just caught three — They are delicious! — You can still answer this letter, but you must address your reply to Linz, Poste Restante — That is the safest course. As I do not yet know for certain whether I shall go to Regensburg, I can't tell you anything definite. Just write on the cover that the letter is to be kept until called for.
Adieu — Dearest, most beloved little wife — Take care of your health — and don't think of walking into town. Do write and tell me how you like our new quarters — Adieu. I kiss you millions of times."

How romantic...i love...love letters
Painting..Jean Honore Fragonard.

Rise and shine...

iiiiiits Monday....have a good one......

(on the playlist,cockadoodledoo)

Swan...

I love... Swans.....The word "swan" is derived from Old English swan, akin to the German Schwan and Dutch zwaan, in turn derived from Indo-European root *swen -to sound, to sing-

Painting..Alice Havers
(on the playlist Saint-Saens)

Safety net

"You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.

'Charlotte's Web'"

The Hermitage :: Library

No time to lose..go go go go go and visit this wonderful place.....

I love....

FOUNTAINS....
Rosie,from Corners of my mind,had a lovely post yesterday about 50 Things she loves!
This inspired me to go and make 50 posts(no,not every day)posts about something I love.Its so important to cherisch beautiful and wonderful thoughts,things,feelings, memory's,etc.
Please, lets stay "at the bright side of life".....HOW ABOUT YOU..
So (nr 1)...I love.... fountains in the summer..This one can be found At Chateau De Versailles.
I quess ,in case of fire we can summon this water spitting Dragon..

(at the playlist..how about you Judy Garland)

The Surprise...

Big surprise in the mailbox,thank you Barb from..Stamplicity..please go and visit Barb everybody....
In accepting this award, I agree to:
Display logo and link to who gave it
Nominate at least 7 blogs
Add links to those 7 blogs
Leave the nominees a message that they received the award...

Well,there we go..
Miss Peach,so happy i can give you this award...you are lovely..
Lauren, of Button Willow cottage..and of course to all the little ones..
Fern ,at Fern's Lake land for the enchanting pictures,truly magical...
The Three Ginger cats,for there adventures in a beautiful country..
Patricia,arts and crafts cellebration..Patternpatisserie
The Bookworms, from The Bookworm-blog,keep up the good work..
Pam ,one visit at Pam's Textilosophy Oz,and you kow this Lady has a way with Words..

You can find them ..in my Kindred Spirit list.....
(on the playlist..Vivaldi..)

Shades of summer

"The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a
green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and
deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the
man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.
- William Blake, 1799, The Letters"

The shade hugs my heart...................................................

(on the playlist..Willow Rain)

With a Swing

A Daisy Meadow Concert...Life..it don't mean a thing when it an't got that Swing!
So ..swing yourself..dance.. where ever you are, and cellebrate this day....
it will take just five minutes.......

(on the playlist..sing sing sing Benny Goodman)

Love Poem

I Sing

I sing to use the waiting
My bonnet but to tie,
And close the door unto my house
No more to do have I

Till his best step approaching,
We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sung
To keep the Dark away."

Emily Dickinson

come rain or come shine..

I hope some shine is coming our way...its been raining for days!

Painting-Bleu Umbrella-Charles Spraque Pearce-

off to....

Three different names...

"The Naming of Cats

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, or George or Bill Bailey -
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter -
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum -
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover -
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

T S Elliot"

Turn after turn..

I SHOULD see the garden far better," said Alice to herself, "if I could get to the top of that hill: and here's a path that leads straight to it -- at least, no, it doesn't do that -- -" (after going a few yards along the path, and turinng several sharp corners), "but I suppose it will at last. But how curiously it twists! It's more like a corkscrew than a path! Well, this turn goes to the hill, I suppose -- no, it doesn't! This goes straight back to the house! Well then, I'll try it the other way."

And so she did: wandering up and down, and "trying turn after turn, but always coming back to the house, do what she would. Indeed, once, when she turned a corner rather more quickly than usual, she ran against it before she couId stop herself

Hoo Hill Maze (Shefford UK)

Alphabet

Strange things can happen on the Hilltop.There is a very dangerous alphabet running around......And who let It escape,yes ,this little girl.She likes to play hide and seek with the letters,and..the W is really good at it!The girls favorite letter is.... V,its the first letter of her name.V,for.. Victoria.
Little Victoria,living on the Hilltop

Sketch by the Dutchess

butterfly-kiss

The butterfly counts not months but moments,and has time enough..

Painting ,Pierre Carrier-Belleuse

iiiiiiiiiits MONDAY

And a lot of work is waiting on The Hilltop and in Hilltop Hall.
But never mind...the dancing bears gave me a big Bear Hug and i am to pass it on...A big Hug for you my dearest reader and friend...May your Monday be a good one...and do a little bear dance while your working...

(on the playlist.A dancing teddy)

Hot July day

He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly."

Emily Bronte-Wuthering Heights

The Lovers-Renoir

Summer night

The summer night is like a perfection of thought."

- Wallace Stevens

Painting-Childe Hassan.

Miss Potter

'I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense

Beatrix Potter

Ice

Ice in July..high on Fairy mountain..a fairytale place..the fairies who live there are very COOL.

Without fear of wind or vertigo

The most dangerous Heaven ladder the way to "the fairyland bridge"

“Courage is one step ahead of fear

How High

We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies -----Emily Dickinson

walking Fairyland Bridge/picture..Jochen Schlenker.
(on the playlist.. Without fear of wind or vertigo)

Head over heels

Cotsen Children's Library, Princeton University, Water Babies Virtual Exhibit