The first..

Just popt in to tell you this...
Every year its very exiting to see the first Fly;.. the first Bumble bee, AND the first BUTTERFLY...it happened to my husband on Saturday...he was in his office..looking out of the window and there she was...sitting in the sun on the windowpane..He didn't know what kind of butterfly it was but she was big and very dark of color...
Wishing you the best of times dear Butterfly...have a wonderfull flight through Spring..

Butterfly Laughter

In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
butterfly first.
Then the Grandmother said: "Do not eat the poor
butterfly."
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and always it started us laughing.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother's lap.

by Katherine Mansfield



Art Frederick Morgan...the first Butterfly.

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..

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..)

butterfly-kiss

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

Painting ,Pierre Carrier-Belleuse

Butterfly-fun

Having fun with butterflies today......
www.allposters.com

THE ROSE AND THE BUTTERFLY

THE ROSE AND THE BUTTERFLY (Aesop for Children, 1919):
"THE ROSE AND THE BUTTERFLY

A Butterfly once fell in love with a beautiful Rose. The Rose was not indifferent, for the Butterfly's wings were powdered in a charming pattern of gold and silver. And so, when he fluttered near and told how he loved her, she blushed rosily and said yes. After much pretty love-making and many whispered vows of constancy, the Butterfly took a tender leave of his sweetheart.
But alas! It was a long time before he came back to her.
'Is this your constancy?' she exclaimed tearfully. 'It is ages since you went away, and all the time, you have been carrying on with all sorts of flowers. I saw you kiss Miss Geranium, and you fluttered around Miss Mignonette until Honey Bee chased you away. I wish he had stung you!'
'Constancy!' laughed the Butterfly. 'I had no sooner left you than I saw Zephyr kissing you. You carried on scandalously with Mr. Bumble Bee and you made eyes at every single Bug you could see. You can't expect any constancy from me!'
Do not expect constancy in others if you have none yourself."

Blue Butterfly

Shy Little Caterpillar

A shy little caterpillar looked at the sky.

He hugged a leaf stem and he gave a big sigh.

The sky and the stem didn't make a reply;He didn't understand and he didn't know why.

He hid from the blue jays so quick and so sly.

He hid from the chipmunk so swift and so spry.He hid from the ant family living close by."Please, tell us, caterpillar, why are you shy?Please, little caterpillar, try not to cry.""

I'll try," said the caterpillar, "but I am shy,I would not be shy if I could just fly.I know what I'm going to do by and by:I will spin a fine bed and I'll then say good-bye."

A little wind sang him a sweet lullaby.And when he woke up. his wet wings were dry.

The shy little caterpillar whispered, "Good-bye."He flew to the sky and was no longer shy Because he had changed to a blue butterfly...

(and did you notice there are lots of (shy) bleu butterflies in Spring!)