Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year...


Departing summer hath assumed
An aspect tenderly illumed,
The gentlest look of spring;
That calls from yonder leafy shade
Unfaded, yet prepared to fade,
A timely carolling.
- William Wordsworth, September


"Beauty is one of the rare things
 that do not lead to doubt of God."
- Jean Anouilh


"Even if something is left undone,
everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn."
- Elizabeth Lawrence



In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year,
 bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil.
 And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time,
 do we get such superb colour effects as
from August to November."
- Rose G. Kingsley, The Autumn Garden


"Youth is like spring, an over-praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes.
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits."
- Samuel Butler


“But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms
 that lay intensely silent under old great trees”
- C. S. Lewis


"Just before the death of flowers,
And before they are buried in snow,
There comes a festival season
When nature is all aglow."
- Author Unknown
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"Crown'd with the sickle, and the sheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on."
- James Thomson, Autumn, 1730

“Dear God, thank you for the warm, sunny days of summer and all the fun we had, especially our times spent with our friends.... For various activities Fall has to offer us, including spending time outside, walks around our neighborhood, bike riding, nature walks, apple picking, picnics, drinking hot coco, wearing sweaters,  field trips and tea parties . Let us live with joy in the world You’ve given us, now and always. Amen

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Take The Time....

 
To smell the flowers.
Life is too short and too fast.
Have you thanked God for His blessings today?
Have you stopped to smell flowers today?
Have you told your husband how much you love him today?
Have you hugged and kissed your kids today?
Time flys so fast beloved....Take the time to slow down in this fast paced world....Take the time to relax, to breath, to pray and spend those precious moments with the ones you love. Take the time to enjoy your blessings and bounty and pick some flowers. Take the time to soak up this beautiful creation.
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The grass withers, the flower fades,
 but the word of our Lord will stand forever.
Isaiah 40:8
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This is the state of man!
 Today he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope: to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls -
- Never to hope again.
Hen. VIII, Act. ii. Sc. 2.
Shakespeare
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Have a blessed day!!!!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Painting The Sky Blue For Mila.....

This is my darling Niece, Mila.
My brother and his wife are blessed with three children. Mila is their baby girl who was diagnosed with autism several years ago. Many do not understand or may not know about autism... This would be a great time to learn. April is set aside as Autism Awareness Month. Mila is a very special girl who has made so many wonderful strides in the last couple years, thanks to God and her patient, loving parents, brothers and family as well as the help of special needs teachers. She is a little star who shines brightly in the hearts of those who love her. Some days are surely not the easiest for her and her parents... Yet, they do all they can to learn about the world she lives in
This month we will be painting the sky blue for Mila and continually pray for the many children who are struck with autism...as well as prayers for their families. Even Mila is making her wishes.... I hope they will all come true for her!
And Then God Created This Mother….


When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into his sixth day of 'overtime' when an angel appeared and said,"You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said "Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have 180 movable parts – all replaceable, run on black coffee and leftovers, have a lap that disappears when she stands up, a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair and six pairs of hands, ears that will hear things she doesn't want to hear, a mouth that can gently kiss away scrapes and bruises and yet tear the hide right off of those who try anything against the best interests of her child.
Yes, this model will have to be able to sit patiently and listen to outlandish reports about her child without flinching. She will have to hear how hopeless it all is and know that it isn't so. She will have to have those kinds of eyes which don't tear when she hears other mothers talk about how well things are going for their children."
The angel shook its head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands, yet? No way." "It's not the hands that are causing the problems," said the Lord. "It's the three pairs of eyes this mother has to have." "That's on the standard model"? asked the angel.
The Lord nodded and said, "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, "What are you kids doing in there?" when she already knows. Another pair here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know and, of course, the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up for the 99th time and say, "I understand and I love you anyway" without so much as uttering a word.
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently, "come to bed. Tomorrow…" "I can't, answered the Lord, "I am so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick, feeds a family of six on one pound of hamburger and gets her nine-year-old to stand under a shower." The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," it sighed.
"But tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what this mother can do or endure." "Can it think?" asked the angel. "Not only can it think," said the Creator, "it can reason and compromise."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran a finger across the cheek. "There is a leak," it pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model." "That's not a leak, said the Lord, "it's a tear." "What's it for?" asked the angel.
"Tears are for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness and pride… this model will know a lot about all that" answered the Lord, "But you know" He continued, "I don't even remember putting that tear there." "By the way", asked the angel, "what will you call this model?"
"I will call this one simply, the mother of an autistic child."
Author Unknown


Wednesday, July 14, 2010

It's Like Patchwork...

Welcome it's Rednesday today!!!
 In the midst of swimming lessons, shopping, cleaning,
laundry and cooking for my family I finally finished 
my little patchwork picnic quilt  I started last week...
Can't wait to use it! I am not reallly a quilter at all.
You can say I kinda winged it as I went. I cut all the squares the same
size from two three different vintage sheets with 
strawberry and flower prints and a couple other coordinating fabrics.
I sewed them in rows and sandwiched it with batting and a stripey sheet for the backing.

I also added red with white polka dotted circles and
sewed in a circular pattern around them on top of red squares. 
It really added a little whimsy to it. I am BERRY happy with the results .

The colors are so happy... It makes me smile!
I was sure to add quite a bit of my favorite color to it!


If you guessed red...You're right!
 Now to plan our picnic at the park!

~Life's Patchwork Quilt~

Life is like a patchwork Quilt
   And each little patch is a day
   Some patches are rosy, happy and bright
   And some are dark and grey.

   But each little patch as it is fitted in
   Are sewn to keep it together
   Makes a finished block in this life of ours
   Filled with sunshine and rainy weather

   So let me work on life's patchwork Quilt
   Through the rainy days and the sun
   Trusting that when I have finished my block
   The Master will say "Well done"

~ Author Unknown~

Monday, May 17, 2010

There's A Mouse My Cupboard...

Do you see him above?

I think mice are rather nice.
Their tails are long,
Their faces are small,
They haven't any chins at all.

Their ears are pink,
Their teeth are white,
They run about 
The house at night.


They nibble things
They shouldn't touch
And no one seems
To like them much.
 But I think mice are nice.

Don't you ????

Saturday, May 8, 2010

My Mother....

 Sometimes it is strange to think that my Mother was once a little girl.
Born in 1950,this little girl would one day grow up,
get married and have a family all of her own.
She grew up in a nice home with loving parents who spoiled her.
She wore the finest clothes and had the finest dolls.


Yet, she didn't stay a little girl for long.
She grew up way ahead of her time... 
At the tender age of 15, she got married. 
She had three children. 
One, of which was me...
( Her last baby)


She had a hard life from there. 
Many years of pain and resentment.
One of sadness, hurt, broken promises, broken hearts and despair. 
Yet, she never faltered. 
She tried her very best to be a good mother,
with what she had.
At times it wasn't much.
I will always remember never 
wanting to grow up... 
and I always wanted to live with my Mom.

There is one thing I would like to say to her today.
Thank you!
For never giving up on me through the years... 
  For always loving me, unconditionally.
And for instilling in me a loving heart. 
This is the biggest quality I have adopted 
as a Mother myself, for my children.
After those torturous years and hard lessons learned.
She finally found happiness in a new life.
In which I am very happy for her.

If I could give you diamonds
for each tear you cried for me.
If I could give you sapphires
for each truth you've helped me see.
If I could give you rubies
for the heartache that you've known
If I could give you pearls
for the wisdom that you've shown.
Then you'll have a treasure, mother,
that would mount up to the skies
That would almost match
the sparkle in your kind and loving eyes.
But I have no pearls, no diamonds,
As I'm sure you're well aware
So I'll give you gifts more precious
My devotion, love and care.

Author Unknown
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Happy Mothers Day to you !
And to the Mother's you love !

Friday, April 30, 2010

Lady Bird, Lady Bird




This week we had a blast making
these darling Lady Birds. 
So much they just had to have
their very own photo shoot!





My friend Susan made a sweet flower especially for our ladybirds...
It is  so adorable I might add ! We used an air dry clay by Crayola ...
which is very vibrant in color.

 Ladybird, ladybird fly away home, 
Your house is on fire and your children are gone, 
 All except one, And her name is Ann, 
And she hid under the frying pan




Ladybugs all dressed in red
Strolling through the flowerbed.
If I were tiny just like you
I'd creep among the flowers too!


Uh oh !, a little snake came along.....
Thankfully this little fella is a friendly one. 
He just wants to hang out with the Ladybirds a bit...


That was fun!!!!
Hope your having fun too! 
Happy Friday to you!