Continue..

Lets continue...and leave the cow poop incident behind us..:)
I believe this sweet little elf up in that tree is trying to tell us something....

It's the Journey that's Important...


Life, sometimes so wearying
Is worth its weight in gold
The experience of traveling
Lends a wisdom that is old
Beyond our 'living memory'
A softly spoken prayer:
"It's the journey that's important,
Not the getting there!"


Ins and outs and ups and downs
Life's road meanders aimlessly?
Or so it seems, but somehow
Leads us where we need to be,
And being simply human
We oft question and compare....
"Is the journey so important
Or the getting there?"


And thus it's always been
That question pondered down the ages
By simple men with simple ways
To wise and ancient sages....
How sweet then, quietly knowing
Reaching destination fair:
"It's the journey that's important,
Not the getting there!"


So true,isn't it....

Art~Ida Rentoul Outhwaite.

IIIIIIIIIts Monday..

EEEuw....


Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of hidden stuff.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Intruders....

Intruders in the forest...but exactly WHO is intruding here....lets take some time and work this out....

“When all kinds of trials and temptations crowd into your lives, don't resent them as intruders, but welcome them as friends.


Art~Intruders~J.A.Fitzgerald.

There it was..

Our first encounter with a creature of the fairy tale kind....what did we find in the ferns..

The Fawn..


There it was I saw what I shall never forget
And never retrieve.
Monstrous and beautiful to human eyes, hard to
believe,
He lay, yet there he lay,
Asleep on the moss, his head on his polished cleft
small ebony hoves,
The child of the doe, the dappled child of the deer.

Surely his mother had never said, "Lie here
Till I return," so spotty and plain to see
On the green moss lay he.
His eyes had opened; he considered me.

I would have given more than I care to say
To thrifty ears, might I have had him for my friend
One moment only of that forest day:


Might I have had the acceptance, not the love
Of those clear eyes;
Might I have been for him in the bough above
Or the root beneath his forest bed,
A part of the forest, seen without surprise.

Was it alarm, or was it the wind of my fear lest he
depart
That jerked him to his jointy knees,
And sent him crashing off, leaping and stumbling
On his new legs, between the stems of the white
trees?

Edna St. Vincent Millay

Dress code..

When entering the forbidden forest you must be dressed to the occasion..very fairytale like and incognito...you can be what ever you like...so you can 'blend in'.

A murmer in the trees..

There is a murmer in the trees...inviting..Would you dare to enter the forbidden forest..? Follow the road to the Fairy Dell..and meet all kind of enchanting creatures on your way...


A Murmur in the Trees -- --
Not loud enough -- for Wind --
A Star -- not far enough to seek --
Nor near enough -- to find --

A long -- long Yellow -- on the Lawn --
A Hubbub -- as of feet --
Not audible -- as Ours -- to Us --
But dapperer -- More Sweet --

A Hurrying Home of little Men
To Houses unperceived --
All this -- and more -- if I should tell --
Would never be believed --

Of Robins in the Trundle bed
How many I espy
Whose Nightgowns could not hide the Wings --
Although I heard them try --

But then I promised ne'er to tell --
How could I break My Word?
So go your Way -- and I'll go Mine --
No fear you'll miss the Road.


to note by Emily Dickinson
Art~Arthur Rackham.

GIVE AWAY....

This morning,when I opened my blog I noticed something very special....check my counter below..MORE THEN 50.000 visiters...WOW..reason for a celebration..So..there wil be a Big Bear and Little Mouse give away..(see the picture above)
Leave a comment in my comment box,or send a mail, and I will put your name on a little note..Then all these notes will disappear in Mozes his Top hat..and Miss Moussie will do the us the honor of picking out the lucky winner...on Sunday the 5th of September.
My dear reader and friend..I can't tell you how happy I am with you out there on the globe visiting me and this is a way for me to do something in return..Today is a perfect day...

With love...T.D and Company.

A HAPPY DAY...

Its my birthday..and I want to thank you all for your sweet birthday wishes...please know that you are in my heart and sharing this day with me...and NOW I am going to blow out all these candles...Stay warm and stay happy out there....I love you

IIIIts Monday....

And its wet...but I don't care...

Listen to the pouring rain
Listen to it pour,
And with every drop of rain
You know I love you more

Let it rain all night long,
Let my love for you go strong,
As long as we're together
Who cares about the weather?


It is best to read the weather forecast before praying for rain. ~Mark Twain

Some quiet time..

This morning..when standing on my balcony..I listened...everything was ever so quiet...we had some very warm days and now the Hilltop is waiting for the wind to rise and the rains to set in..Then..a blackbird started to sing...

The little songs of summer are all gone today.
The little insect instruments are all packed away:
The bumblebee's snare drum, the grasshopper's guitar,
The katydid's banjo, the cricket's violin,
The dragonfly's cello have ceased their merry din.
Oh, where is the orchestra? From harpist down to drummer
They've all disappeared with the passing of the summer.

~ by Rowena Bennett

Art~Listening to the Orchard Oriole~Childe Hassam.

Myself..

Hi there..myself....very nice to meet you..

“I don't know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, 'well, if I'd known better I'd have done better,' that's all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, 'I'm sorry,' and then you say to yourself, 'I'm sorry.' If we all hold on to the mistake, we can't see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can't see what we're capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one's own self. I think that young men and women are so caught by the way they see themselves. Now mind you. When a larger society sees them as unattractive, as threats, as too black or too white or too poor or too fat or too thin or too sexual or too asexual, that's rough. But you can overcome that. The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don't have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach.”
Maya Angelou

Art_The Glass Ball~Alfred Stevens

Dolphin Dance..

The rain has moved on..Its perfect weather today for a dive into the pool..

Picture~A Dutchess's daughter in Australia,and she doesn't know I;m posting this..yet.
The Australian Government has made whale, dolphin and porpoise conservation a priority and is a world leader in the protection and conservation of these species both in Australia and on an international scale.

Mind over matter..

Its raining again...I think I'm going to build myself a tent..in the livingroom..under the table..like when I was a little girl..on rainy days..You are very welcome to join me....lets get the tablecloths and old curtains..and pink lemonade...We will listen to the rain and wait for the sun to come out again....pitter patter..our age doesn't matter...

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. ~Mark Twain

There is a season......

I am very busy changing my home from a Summer feeling in to an Autumn look....and the things one finds when going through cabinets and drawers..

Memories from many seasons past....I am so happy I can add some more...


“We must always have old memories and young hopes”
Houssaye


On the playlist~......To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time to every purpose, under Heaven...........


Art- Laureano Barrau

Touch...

Can you feel it...Autumn's soft touch...

"A late summer garden has a tranquility found no other time of the year."
- William Longgood

Art~Annie French.

IIIIts Monday..

Hip Hip Hurray..its my hubby's B Day...and all good b day's start with breakfast in bed...and later on this wonderful day we will eat cake...home made..

Parasols and Umbrellas....

Dutch weather...you have to be prepared...

The parasol is the umbrella's daughter,
And associates with a fan
While her father abuts the tempest
And abridges the rain.

The former assists a siren
In her serene display;
But her father is borne and honored,
And borrowed to this day.

Emily Dickinson


Art~Miller-Woman reading.

Busy..

At the end of summer I always change into a very busy bee,full of plans for the next season to come...I want to change my livingroom,different colors..red and yellow..maybe a dash of orange..change my kitchen..maybe a new apron,something with pumpkins....change my bedroom..a new warm blancket..vanilla white..candles in my bathroom..and so on and so on...So..please excuse me..must dash...

“Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night...

Picture credits~Matthew Waite.

A Friday the 13th Flutter.

O M G...we almost forgot...its Friday the 13th...I hope you don't suffer from Paraskevidekatriaphobics — people afflicted with a fear of Friday the 13th — Because look who's fluttering by...its the witches sister..on her black bat...

Have a wonderful weekend out there..and be careful..

Flutter....

Today we are fluttering and dancing in the breeze...The wind is changing..the fields are turning golden like the last warm summerdays...

Won't you fly with me ..don't be scared..We are taking the air in a chariot..Hold on to your summer hats..Mr B Fly (stunt fly in the lates Bond movie)will take us up high..enjoy the view..

All things that love the sun..

There was a roaring in the wind all night;
The rain came heavily and fell in floods;
But now the sun is rising calm and bright;
The birds are singing in the distant woods;
Over his own sweet voice the Stock - dove broods;
The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters;
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.

All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning`s birth;
The grass is bright with rain - drops; - on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.

by William Wordsworth

Bird song..

Dear thoughts are in my mind
And my soul soars enchanted
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day.
For a tender beaming smile
To my hope has been granted
And tomorrow she shall hear
All my fond heart would say.

I shall tell her all my love
And my soul's adoration
And I think she will hear me
And will not say me nay.
It is this that gives my soul
All its joyous elation
As I hear the sweet lark sing
In the clear air of the day.


There you are...in the middle of the field...took me some time to find you..isn't it beautiful..the blue summer sky..and a lark ascending...

Painting-The Meadow lark-

Just listen..

“"There Is A Voice Inside Of You
That Whispers All Day Long,
"I Feel That This Is Right For Me,
I Know That This Is Wrong."
No Teacher, Preacher, Parent, Friend
Or Wise Man Can Decide
What's Right For You- Just Listen To
The Voice That Speaks Inside."”

Shel Silverstein

Art~Karl Gussow
On the Playlist August Rush......And before August rushes by to fast I am going to enjoy it to the fullest...see you in a little while..stay warm and stay happy out there..

IIIIIts Monday

We did it...we made it..this is the first Monday in August...make it a good one..

The essence of life is to live the never returning moment..!


Picture...The Dutchess's daughter on a beach in Australia..and she doesn't know I am posting this ...yet..

On the playlist.........This is the first day of my life,
I'm Glad I didn't die before I met you
But now I don't care I could go anywhere with you
And I'd probably be happy.

Crossing the brook..

Stepping into August...and please dear August...go slow..as much as I love Fall...I don't want this Summer to end...


ART~Harry Watson.