Sunday, 28 September 2014

The Sunday Prayer

Dove of Peace by Pablo Picasso


Father, Mother, God,

Thank you for your presence during the hard and mean days.
For then we have you to lean upon.

Thank you for your presence during the bright and sunny days.
For then we can share that which we have with those who have less.

And thank you for your presence during the Holy Days.
For then we are able to celebrate you and our families and our friends

For those who have no voice, we ask you to speak.

For those who feel unworthy, we ask you to pour your love out in waterfalls of tenderness.

For those who live in pain, we ask you to bathe them in the river of your healing.

For those who are lonely, we ask you to keep them company.

For those who are depressed, we ask you to shower upon them the light of hope.

Dear Creator, You, the borderless sea of substance, we ask you to give to all the world that which we need most.....PEACE.

Maya Angelou

Friday, 26 September 2014

Thursday, 25 September 2014

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot


Song

O blush not so!  O blush not so!
Or I shall think you knowing;
And if you smile the blushing while,
Then maidenheads are going.

There's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't,
And a blush for having done it:
There's a blush for thought, and a blush for naught,
And a blush for just begun it.

O sigh not so!  O sigh no so!
For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin;
By those loosened lips you have tasted the pips
And fought in an amorous nipping.

Will you play once more at nice-cut-core,
For it only will last our youth out?
And we have the prime of the kissing time,
We have not one sweet tooth out.

There's a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no,
And a sigh for I can't bear it!
O what can be done, shall we stay or run?
O, cut the sweet apple and share it!

John Keats(31st October 1795 - 23rd February 1821)

Sunday, 21 September 2014

The Sunday Prayer

Dove of Peace by Pablo Picasso

Father, Mother, God,

Thank you for your presence during the hard and mean days.
For then we have you to lean upon.

Thank you for your presence during the bright and sunny days.
For then we can share that which we have with those who have less.

And thank you for your presence during the Holy Days.
For then we are able to celebrate you and our families and our friends

For those who have no voice, we ask you to speak.

For those who feel unworthy, we ask you to pour your love out in waterfalls of tenderness.

For those who live in pain, we ask you to bathe them in the river of your healing.

For those who are lonely, we ask you to keep them company.

For those who are depressed, we ask you to shower upon them the light of hope.

Dear Creator, You, the borderless sea of substance, we ask you to give to all the world that which we need most.....PEACE.

Maya Angelou

Friday, 19 September 2014

Thursday, 18 September 2014

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot

Why so pale and wan?

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Prithee, why so pale?
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking ill prevail?
Prithee, why so pale?

Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Prithee, why so mute?
Will, when speaking well can't win her,
Saying nothing do 't?
Prithee, why so mute?

Quit, quit for shame!  This will not move;
This cannot take her.
If of herself she will not love,
Nothing can make her.
The devil take her!

Sir John Suckling
(1st February 1609 - c. 1642) 

Wednesday, 17 September 2014

Words on Wednesday

Alphabet Overlay 1

There's no use running if you're on the wrong road

Friday, 12 September 2014

Thursday, 11 September 2014

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot


The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in the stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

William Butler Yeats
(13th June 1865 - 28th January 1939)

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Words on Wednesday

Alphabet Overlay 1

If fifty million people say a foolish thing,
it is still a foolish thing

Sunday, 7 September 2014

The Sunday Prayer

Dove of Peace by Pablo Picasso

Father, Mother, God,

Thank you for your presence during the hard and mean days.
For then we have you to lean upon.

Thank you for your presence during the bright and sunny days.
For then we can share that which we have with those who have less.

And thank you for your presence during the Holy Days.
For then we are able to celebrate you and our families and our friends

For those who have no voice, we ask you to speak.

For those who feel unworthy, we ask you to pour your love out in waterfalls of tenderness.

For those who live in pain, we ask you to bathe them in the river of your healing.

For those who are lonely, we ask you to keep them company.

For those who are depressed, we ask you to shower upon them the light of hope.

Dear Creator, You, the borderless sea of substance, we ask you to give to all the world that which we need most.....PEACE.

Maya Angelou

Friday, 5 September 2014

Thursday, 4 September 2014

Hezekiah Walker New Video "Every Praise"

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake,
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost
(26th March 1874 - 29th January 1963)

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Words on Wednesday

Alphabet Overlay 1

A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him

Monday, 1 September 2014

Some recent makes


I crocheted this bag for my daughter, using two strands of yarn and either a 5.5mm or 6mm hook ~ unfortunately I can't remember now!

I've got an idea in my head to make a bag for myself at some point, trying out free-form crochet.  Actually, to be honest I've got rather a lot of ideas swirling about in my head for future projects which I will share with you as I get round to making them LOL 


I also made Beverly a bedside rug, which I am very pleased with indeed ~ I think it looks rather like a rag rug :-)  This was made using six strands of yarn with a 10 mm hook.  It was easy enough to make, just a simple rectangle of half-treble crochet, but I must admit that it was a bit hard on my hands at times.  Still, I liked it enough to start making one for myself, a hexagon for our kitchen floor.  I'm still working on that one ;-)


This photo show the back of Beverly's rug.  You can see how many yarn oddments I used up!


I've also been making more crocheted dishcloths, this time for my mother-in-law.



And finally, here is a little knitted dolls' house-size blanked.  I made this from varigated sock yarn and I think it would be good for a little boy's bedroom.  As you can no doubt tell from the photo, knitting isn't my strong point but I do like to have a go from time-to-time.  Crochet will always be my first love, though :-)

30 years and never a cross word.....


.....and if you believe that, my dears, then you will believe anything LOL

So yes indeedy, it was hubby and my pearl wedding anniversary yesterday.  It seems amazing that we have been married for 30 years, the time has just gone by so very quickly!

Like every normal couple, we have had our ups and downs over the years but here we are, still together and as much in love as we ever were.

Here's to the next 30 years ~ hopefully!