The History of the Wreath...

In ancient times, the wreath was commonly known as a diadem, from the Greek word diadema, meaning "a thing bound around."

Im going to make one myself...this weekend...

If you want to join me..here's a little inspirational video...:)Have fun...

The days are short...

And when darkness falls over the Hilltop...I;m out...a wintersleep would be lovely..


Dreaming a Winter's Tale...

Where's the music....?

We'LL seems like I have a big problem to solve... Mixpod  died...and now I;ve lost the music(and all my playlists..)...think think think..
 

Lets watch something sweet while I figure this out.....


 

IIIIIIIIIIts Monday...

If there's anything that you want
If there's anything I can do
Just call on me and I'll send it along
With love, from me to you.....


.....

Sea..

I am part of the sea and stars And the winds of the South and North; Of mountains and Moon and Mars, And the ages sent me forth!”

When winter comes...the winds will clear his path...There;s a storm at sea...and in Holland that's a sight to see..

Waiting for the magic...

There is snow coming our way....going to find a warm heart..a safe place..and wait for the magic to happen..

The future lies before you, like paths of pure white snow. Be careful how you tread it, for every step will show.”


wishing you a wonderful weekend..stay warm and stay happy...

To shop or not to shop...

Are you going to shop for presents......or make one yourself...?

The gratest gift is a portion of thyself...


Art-Alessandro Sani.

.....!?....oeps...

Wishing you a wonderful thanksgiving..

Its .....Monday...

 

And because of that....make it a good one....you"ll never know what you will find today........

 

 

A quiet day...

 

My granddaughter came to spend a few weeks with me, and I decided to teach her to sew. After I had gone through a lengthy explanation of how to thread the machine, she stepped back, put her hands on her hips, and said in disbelief, "You mean you can do all that, but you can't play my Game Boy?" ~Author Unknown

Its a quiet Sunday at The Hilltop..

Art-Erik Larsen.

Kindle..

If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it...

The key..

This is the key to a frosty place...

.Jack Frost visited the Hilltop and declared the winter season open...step inside.....

Enchanted..I'm sure..

“Enter these enchanted woods, You who dare..

 

 

 

And you will be filled with wonder and delight....

 

 

November days ..... slowly we travel towards winter....

 

How many days before Christmas........?

 

Don't forget to visit The Dutchess...........I promise you  magic.and you will be enchanted..I'm sure......!

IIIIIIIIIIIIts Monday..

When cold winds are calling,

And the sky is clear and bright,
Misty mountains sing and beckon,
Lead me out into the light.

I will ride, I will fly,
Chase the wind and touch the sky,

Where dark woods hide secrets,
And mountains are fierce and bold,
Deep waters hold reflections,
Of times lost long ago.

I will hear their every story,
Take hold of my own dream,
Be as strong as the seas are stormy,
And proud as an eagle's scream.

I will ride, I will fly,

Chase the wind and touch the sky,

 

 

Wishing you wonderful Monday......a day where anything can happen...!!

 

Music Playlist at MixPod.com

I'm out....Walking....

How can you explain that you need to know that the trees are still there, and the hills and the sky? Anyone knows they are. How can you say it is time your pulse responded to another rhythm, the rhythm of the day and the season instead of the hour and the minute? No, you cannot explain. So you walk. ~Author unknown, from New York Times editorial, "The Walk," 25 October 1967

See you  in a couple of days dear reader and friend...I need to take some time to think about some major changes in my life...stay warm and stay happy xoxo

The butterfly of the moment..

“It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind.”

I believe in butterflies and setting them free...




Art_Carl Spitzweg.
The Butterfly catcher...

Gathering..

 

 ...........One must spend time in gathering knowledge to give it out richly.............................

  ~Edward C. Steadman

Art-Arthur Rackham

IIIITs Monday..

And lets start ...slow....because I can not get my eyes to open...

Nothing has changed....

When I was a little girl I used to visit my grandmother on Sunday mornings...sitting in my grandfathers big old leather chair in front of the french doors I watched the birdies in the garden...quess what I;m doing today...yes..bird watching in an old leather chair in front of the french doors..now a grandmother myself...maybe my granddaughter wil come and sit next to me one day...time to let you in on a little secret..grandchild number two is on its way..its going to be a lovely spring.. like to watch the birdies....CLICK..
and there are some birdies hiding on the playlist too...wishing you a beautiful sunday...

Art-Birdwatchers Retreat Janet Kruskamp.

A day in November....

A fierce wind is doing its best to make the clouds race ...the trees bend...and the birds look fluffy...Leaves are dancing in a whirl of color...its a day in November....

 

I'm going for a walk...this little video shows you where I'll be walking..I love the nature that surrounds the place I live..