IIIts.. Decorating Monday..

The first Monday in December..And I don't know about you but I am starting with my Christmas decorations.. In what color are you going to decorate the Christmas Tree?
Mine will be covered with little birdies..I have been collecting them for years now, and the tree looks ever so lovely with all the little birdies sitting on the branches..
Wishing you lots of fun with your decorating..

A little bit more...

There he goes,Santa..through the icy cold of the North Pole..
We don't have to worry,he will get here on time,as he always does,but..What about Christmas...

And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more....
Dr Seuss.

The Bare Necessities

Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature's recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life

And what are the bare necessities..your family being safe and happy..You being here today and live this day to the fullest..a warm home!
Mozes came to pay me a visit this week,leaving his warm den to make a little stroll through the snow! He loves snow..one of the bare necessities for him,it makes him happy! There is just one thing about snow he really hates....its COLD.
So another bare necessitie...Mittens.
Not only for Mozes...I need my Mittens too these days..
And did you know Mittens can be Magical...watch this,its so cute...

The itch to write..

Miss Potter World – covering the life of Beatrix Potter

From the time she was fourteen until she was thirty-one, Beatrix kept a journal, a secret journal written in a code of her own design. Towards the end of her life Beatrix wrote, 'when I was young I already had the itch to write without having any material to write about' (Beatrix, 1966, p.11). After starting the journal, she found plenty to write about, and in her quiet manner she developed her writing skills. She wanted to keep her journal from prying eyes, particularly those of her mother. Although the code was simple it remained undeciphered for eighty years until in 1958 Leslie Linder was able to break the code. Beatrix did admit that later in her life she had some difficulty in reading what she had written

The snow queen..

The Raven tells its story..

Illustration by..
Christian Birmingham

The Snow Queen,a beautiful fairytale from Hans Christian Andersen

The Snow Maiden

There are many different legends about how Snow Maiden came to be. A popular children's poem claims that one winter an older couple, sad because they didn't have any children, went outside and built a granddaughter out of the snow. Suddenly she came alive, and the couple named her Snegurochka and adopted her as their own granddaughter. The couple loved Snegurochka, but when the summer came she melted.
Snow Maiden's popularity within Russian folklore is apparent from the number of poems and stories about her. She was even on a Russian postage stamp in 1994.
There is a ballet and an opera based on versions of her tragic love story. In the ballet, Snow Maiden sees a young couple, Misgir and Coupava, playing in the forest. She falls in love with Misgir and follows him into the village. When she sees him again, it is at his wedding to Coupava. The warmth of her love melts her and she dies in Misgir's arms.

The opera is also a tragic love story, but this time Snow Maiden is the sixteen-year-old daughter of Fairy Spring and Winter. Snow Maiden must be protected from the sun god, who can kill her. She and Misgir fall in love (in this version he leaves Coupava) but the warmth of the sun god eventually warms Snow Maiden, and like in the ballet, she melts.....

On the playlist..Prelude to the snow..

iiits...laughing Monday.

A laugh is a smile that bursts. ~Mary H. Waldrip

I love to laugh...What kind of sound do you make when you laugh?..I believe I am a Twitter

SNOW..

It was a snowy adventure coming home last night..When my husband pickt me up from the railway station we had a real snow blizzard..followed by a hailstorm..
The train traffic was slow..people waiting on platforms in the cold..busy talking on cell phones to let family know they will be late ..asking each other the same quistions.."do you know when the train to"..."will come in, or did I just miss it.."
Finaly I managed to get back home..with a little help from my husband.
He,checking the internet, telling me wich trains to take,me running on platforms to catch them. When I arrived at the station my hubby was waiting and together we walked home ...in the first snow. It wasn't as romantic as on this picture above because we could hardly see anything,and holding a candle..no way..

Do come in...

Suddenly the door opened, and a woman as old as the
hills, who supported herself on crutches, came creeping out. Hansel
and Gretel were so terribly frightened that they let fall what they
had in their hands. The old woman, however, nodded her head, and said:
'Oh, you dear children, who has brought you here? do come in, and stay
with me. No harm shall happen to you....

Autumn Flowers

The last Autumn flowers...

“Take the time to come home to yourself everyday"

Its..Absolutely Cuckoo Monday...

When I was a little girl in our home whe had a Cuckoo Clock...fascinating!:)
I would stand before the clock and wait and wait..to see the cuckoo..
This old cuckoo clock now hangs in the livingroom of my brothers house,it still cuckoo's but with a strange coughing sound..a cuckoo with a cold!

Any other name..

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet

What matters is what something is, not what it is called.

Origin
From Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, 1594:

JULIET:
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

Painting..Juliet-John William Waterhouse.

Up Up and Away..

“A cloud does not know why it moves in just such a direction and at such a speed...It feels an impulsion...this is the place to go now. But the sky knows the reasons and the patterns behind all clouds, and you will know, too, when you lift yourself high enough to see beyond horizons

Hope you will fly calm and beautifully through your weekend..have a good one

Piece of cake..

Cake..with worms..anyone?
(Picture taken in a pastry shop in Oxford.)

Feed the birds

Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Tree Spirits..

I am a Pine Tree..And YOU
Legend has it that if a tree’s spirit were to reveal itself to you, good fortune would follow if you brought it to your home..
Well,bringing it home is easy..one's they found you they stay with you forever and ever..like it or not!
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Picture..Arthur Rackham.

iiits Funny Cat Monday..

Every body wants to be a cat..Watch this one..It isn't beethoven but it shure bounces..a rinkietinkietinkie!

Romance..

Romance: Paolo & Francesca
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul".

Witty

I feel witty
Oh so witty
I feel pretty and witty and bright
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight
I feel charming
Oh so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel
And so witty
That I hardly can believe I'm real
See the pretty girl in that mirror there?
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a witty face
Such a witty dress
Such a witty smile
Such a witty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running
And dancing for joy
For I'm loved
By a witty wonderful boy...

Inspired by a wonderful post coming from The House of Edward.(gosee)...for all the WITTY girls among us..and there are many...Have a witty weekend..

Waiting

“No words are necessary between two loving hearts”

Back to basics..

Needful things...Faith..Hope..and Trust..

ITS A GOOD DAY.........................................................

The Vote..

And the winner is.....The real winners in life are the people who look at every situation with an expectation that they can make it work or make it better....

iits Whistling Monday..

A whistle while you work.. do you remember this one...

Walk and talk..

The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late..which as I explained have been mostly with trees...

The first November day...time for a brisk walk in the country together.. to catch up on things...and clear your head..