A Real Bouquet
Everybody has two eyes
Bright as stars they shine
But their color may not be
Just the same as mine.
Brown or blue, gray or green
What difference does it make?
As long as you can see the sun
Shining when you wake
Some folks’ hair is very black
Some have blonde or brown
Whatever color it may be
It’s a pretty crown
Flowers have so many shades
And I’m sure you know
Many lovely gardens
Where such flowers grow
Children in this great big world
Are flowers in a way
Some are light, some are dark
Like a real bouquet
Did you ever stop to think
How awful it would be
If everybody looked the same
Who would know you from me?
my youngest with her friend at the farm yesterday
they are of the same age and get along really well; children focus on their similarities, not their differences
they love being outdoors, enjoying the Spring sunshine
my pretty wildflowers, they are the real bouquet of this world!
Enjoy this beautiful Spring song, it’s so lovely now that this magical season is finally here!
Colors burst in wild explosions
Fiery, flaming shades of fall
All in accord with my pounding heart
Behold the autumn-weaver
In bronze and yellow dying
Colors unfold into dreams
In hordes of a thousand and one
Unwearing their masks to the last notes of summer
Their flutes and horns in nightly swarming
Colors burst within
Spare me those unending fires
Bestowed upon the flaming shades of fall.
– Dark Tranquility, With the Flaming Shades of Fall
my youngest with her friends in autumn splendour
playing with the autumn leaves
they had fun!
my middle daughter with her friend feeding the goats
look what we found, a cottage for children!
let’s explore this tiny caravan now
an ancient well
always been my dream to see a gypsy caravan
the children loved it!
autumn is my favourite season for sure
my youngest two
my youngest playing with her friends
the autumn leaves
the children just love being outdoors in autumn
the summer plants may have died but the colours of autumn make up for it
my youngest and her friend captivated by the butterfly replicas
my middle daughter and her friends feeding the fawn
the female deers, doe a deer a female deer!
oh hello there!
my youngest running through the fruit orchard
even the fish in the pond spotted autumn colours
some autumn flowers
I love the red and gold display
I love autumn!
my everlasting gifts to hubby dearest
A husband is a man you really love –
He’s the closest friend you’ll ever have…
His smile can make you smile,
And just being there can cheer you up,
No matter what goes wrong.
A husband is that special man
Who shares your dreams
And helps them come true.
He gives a special meaning to the word – together.
It really doesn’t matter where we are
Or what we’re doing.
As long as we have each other to share it all.
Now that I’ve come this far
Now I know that happiness goes on,
(That’s where you found me)
I intend to hold you for the longest time!!!
Sweet memories are priceless, I like to preserve them with good old melodies that warm the heart…
It is always advisable to enjoy a few lighthearted moments in life.
Coco Nuit, 2 years old now
My little rabbit, as black as night,
So black you can’t see him in twilight
My little rabbit, as soft as snow,
So soft to the touch, he is aglow
My little rabbit’s eyes, so brown and gentle,
He makes me happy, he is my petal
Mon lapin Coco Nuit, you are my bright light
You are my joy, you are my delight!
(poem by my young daughter)
I found this poem which brought a small smile to my face, it reminded me of my son’s activity last weekend! Do enjoy it!
The Aching Joy of Raking Leaves
by Steven West
From dusk to dawn,
Falling leaves coat my lawn.
Trees at my home and trees next door.
Cover my green, grassy floor.
With rake in hand, I stand alone.
Bending down with an aching moan.
Pile after pile I rake in place.
A warm, sweat covers my face.
Bags after bags there must be twenty two.
Finally, I say that I am all through.
Then just as I am ready to go inside
And lay on my couch with pillow aside.
Wouldn’t you know a gusty wind crosses my place.
To empty thousands of leaves on my space.
I take my rake and break it in two.
I’ve had enough raking; What more can I do?
A young boy taps me on my hand.
“For ten bucks I’ll rake your leaves off your land.”
I accept the offer then go inside.
Then collapse on my couch as if I had died.
It doesn’t take long for me to fall asleep.
But I start counting leaves instead of sheep.
my son raked the autumn leaves for us this year
goodbye autumn leaves (the ever-green leaves on though)
my hubby raked the leaves last autumn