The gladdest thing...

I love wild flowers..and especially cornflowers..this photo was take a few years ago ..on a happy afternoon in a cornfield...

I WILL be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

~Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Afternoon on a Hill"

Mirror...

Life is like a mirror, we get the best results when we smile at it.”

iits Monday...

Yep...no question about it....its Monday again...well,there's always this....do tell me...are you going....

Its Alive....

JUMP...“It's possible to forget how alive we really are. We can become dry and tired, just existing, instead of really living. We need to remind ourselves of the juice of life, and make that a habit. Find those places inside that jump for joy, and do things....Have a happy Sunday...

Drawing...frogs learn to jump..Ida Rentoul Outhwaite.

Sandcastle..

“Our best built certainties are but sand-houses and subject to damage from any wind of doubt that blows”
Mark Twain

I am of to see the sea ,build a sandcastle,write a love letter....and visit a little town by the sea..there's also a concert in a beautiful old church...Wish you all a wonderful weekend...stay cool and stay happy! Let the worries of the world go by and just keep on going..

BEAUTIFUL DAY...

Its this kind of day today.......

Sense....

“He doesn't make sense. I don't make sense. Together we make sense...

painting Harold Knight...

Shadows..

Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Its a crazy hazy lazy Monday..

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer

Time for a new summer dress....

Summer..

The first day of summer....there is no sun...the Hilltop Forest lies peaceful under a blanket of clouds..just a few birds are singing a sweet summer song...lets make a walk ...


Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O No ...not in my garden...

O No.. not in my garden...I told the misschievious fairies...please do behave or else!...chasing is not allowed here..So kiss and make up...you wouldn't like to be chased yourself now would you...no, I am not kidding...this I serious...If you can not live together in peace then you have to leave the Hilltop Forest...

Well, they didn't see that one comming so there was a long silence....Then a beautiful little fairy stept forward and promissed she would go to the little moussie and apologize..and so she did...
I do hope this won't happen again in the future....

The chase..

Poor poor little mouse..there are days when I don't like fairies at all..
What's happening overthere...will this little moussie be oke...come back tomorrow and find out...


Painting -John Anster Fitzgerald.

A Dream...

Last night the Fairy Queen was very busy discussing with all the little one's in the garden how to cellebrate Midsummernight..in one thing they agreed with each other...it should be as beautiful as a dream....
Fairies in Elizabethan England were of the same basic size and shape as humans. People were often mistaken for fairies because the size of a fairy was thought to be that of a short human, so there would be no noticeable difference in physical size. Since Elizabethan fairies looked like humans, they, of course, did not have wings. Elizabethan folk also thought that fairies were beautiful and of dark complexion, which reflected their association with wickedness. They often dressed in green due to their association with nature. Shakespeare, who was of course familiar with these ideas of fairies, presents the fairies of A Midsummer Night's Dream as beautiful and associated with nature, but this is where the physical similarities to Elizabethan folk beliefs ends. In the play, Shakespeare describes his fairies as tiny creatures with wings, and this is the first time in literature that fairies are described in this manner...

Drawing Stephen Reid.

A room with a view..

When you want to take a look inside the house of George Sand you can only do this by following a guided tour...that means stumbling with a group of(to many) people through the rooms of this beautiful little chateau.Ofcourse there is a lady who is giving useful information but this is only in frenche so not many people in the group could understand a word of what she was saying...I didn't mind because after reading so many books ,letters,and "The story of my life"by George I could give myself a tour....But woulnd't it have been lovely to wander the house just by myself ...maybe with some music played by Chopin in the background..On the first floor you can find the bedroom of George..looking out of the window you have a great view on a beautiful tree....She must of looked at that tree often while sitting at her desk writing..

SANCTA SIMPLICITAS!

MAUPRAT a book by George sand..

On the borders of La Marche and Berry, in the district known as Varenne, which is naught but a vast moor studded with forests of oak and chestnut, and in the most thickly wooded and wildest part of the country, may be found, crouching within a ravine, a little ruined chateau. The dilapidated turrets would not catch your eye until you were about a hundred yards from the principal portcullis. The venerable trees around and the scattered rocks above, bury it in everlasting obscurity;and you would experience the greatest difficulty, even in broad daylight, in crossing the deserted path leading to it, without stumbling against the gnarled trunks and rubbish that bar every step. The name given to this dark ravine and gloomy castle is Roche-Mauprat....

Gustave...the guest who came to dinner.

I visited the house of George Sand at Nohant...This picture was taken in the diningroom...Its a bit blurry but when you look closely you can see the name Flaubert written on the card next to the plate...One's many years ago Gustave Flaubert was sitting there at a dinner party to cellebrate the birthday of George Sand.In the 1860s Flaubert enjoyed success as a writer and intellectual at the court of Napoleon III. Among his friends were Zola, George Sand, Hippolyte Taine, and the Russian writer Turgenev.
George Sand And Flaubert shared a a wonderful friendship and the letters they wrote to each other are famous.

TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT 1st January, 1869

It is one o'clock, I have just embraced my children. I am tired from having spent the night in making a complete costume for a large doll for Aurore; but I don't want to turn in without embracing you also, my great friend, and my dear, big child. May '69 be easy for you, and may it see the end of your novel. May you keep well and be always yourself! I don't know anything better, and I love you.

G. Sand

Wouldn't it be wonderful if there was something like a time machine...Then I would place myself next to Gustave and George at that lovely dinner at Nohant...Do tell me where you would like to be when traveling in time was possible....

iiits Monday..

And there is a lot on my mind..I am a bit disorganized and confused..A part of me is still in france..and a part of me is trying to start my daily routine..Well..it will work itself out in time and for now i'm just running around like a chicken without a head...or with a hat like a chicken..or with a chicken hat...

Whooosh...

I'm to be found in the garden today...that is between rain showers and wind storms...

HOME SWEET HOME

First things first....sleep,eat,unpack my luggage....and very important,check my garden( strange things can happen over there)....and then..read all of your wonderful blog news..so good to be back..