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october leaves

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The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
– William Cullen Bryant

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Picture taken today (14 October, 2015), during our scenic drive through the countryside, Autumn leaves are everywhere now in England!

Listen! the wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings,
now for October eves!
– Humbert Wolfe

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Have you found me on Instagram? A closer look into my life in England, mainly for fellow Easterners. Those interested can find me as glevum_rose.


Enjoy the song!

september ends

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SUMMER ALWAYS ENDS WITH GOOD MEMORIES…

my beloved family, sept end 2009

my beloved family, England, September 2009

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my beloved family, Malaysia, August 2015

Greetings everyone! Just a quick post so as you know I’m still around! I can’t believe we are already in October, where has September gone? Has it flown past just like that? Before we know it we’ll be heading into winter and New Year 2016! I just wanted to share a photo of my family back in 2009 in this post, when my youngest was just a few months old. Seems such a long time ago, but at times I feel like it was only yesterday. Such is life, we just have to make the most of every precious moment with our loved ones. Those times shall never return, but the memories will remain. Good or bad, they’re our memories, something we take along with us till our last breath. I get a bit melancholy with the passing of time; the changing of seasons, the children growing up fast, losing my loved ones. I also worry more as I get older. But life goes on. Let’s cherish and celebrate the good times, and learn from the bad. I stumbled upon this song whilst reading another blog, how apt to end my September posts. As mentioned previously, I might not be blogging as often as before. But I will return now and then, InshaAllah. To fellow Malaysians who wish to follow me on my Instagram, do find me on Zuraida’s (We Tell Sweet Stories) IG, I’m usually there. A bit cryptic, but you shall find me eventually! Goodbye now, take care all! ❤

 

young summer

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What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade. Gertrude Jekyll

It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.  N.P. Willis

No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer. James Russell Lowell

delightful daffodils

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If one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few Wordsworth

I can’t believe we are in May already, where has the time gone? I suppose that’s what happens when we are all so busy leading our little lives. Sometimes life passes by you so quickly that you hardly have time to take stock and reflect. All the more reason I cherish this blog of mine; a tiny space for my very own thoughts, feelings, emotions and experiences. It gives me a chance to take a deep breath, an outlet where I can be by myself for a wee while. Anyway, I just remembered that I haven’t shared my daffodil images with you back in early Spring. They have all wilted by now, not a single trace left. That’s what makes this bright yellow cheery flower extra special I guess. It’s there to greet you when you think there’s no light at all after a really long Winter. And by the time you’re enjoying your lovely Spring, you wouldn’t even notice that they’ve gone. When Winter finally returns, you’ll be sat there longing for the very sight of them again. Well, the passage of time is like the cycle of daffodils and the change of seasons; in and out accordingly. We go through life the best we can, we continue to strive till our last breath. We make mistakes, we fall, we cry; at the end of the day, we’re only human. But we rise, we stand tall again and we go on. We seek God’s forgiveness and guidance always. Enjoy the delightful daffodils.

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delightful daffodils

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my middle daughter by the clumps of daffodils

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my youngest striking a pose by the cheery blooms

the bright yellow flowers were everywhere

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my big daughter walking behind her sisters

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my youngest two with the spring delight, even on their jacket buttonholes!

bird song

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Spring would not be spring without bird songs – Francis M. Chapman

I love the quote above, it’s just so very true! The most apparent thing about Spring is the bird song, at least, in my very own garden. I live in the heart of a fairly busy city, but my simple garden is like a little sanctuary. My adventurous daughter made a fat ball for the garden birds at one of her girls club session recently. We really enjoyed watching little birds like robins and tits frequenting our garden after we hung the fat ball on our plum tree. My youngest two then decided to make more fat balls so that they benefit more garden birds. I enjoyed the whole experience as much as my daughters, it was well worth it when we spotted more birds in our garden each day. And the best reward of all is the bird song of course. The sweet melody you hear the moment you wake up, you know Spring is here to stay! The days are also beginning to get longer now; sunrise at 6.45 am, sunset around 7.45 pm. I really welcome the extra daylight hours, makes me realise how dull it’s been throughout the dark gloomy winter. Anyway, time to look forward now, Alhamdulillah! I leave you with images taken from our bird feeding project, hope you’ll like them. Till we meet again next time, take good care everyone!

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my girls all set to work

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vegetable fat, seeds, bread crumbs; all mixed together to form a dough

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tie a string to the pine cone

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shaped the dough into fat balls around the pine cones

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we hung the fat balls on our plum tree, along with a seed feeder

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we watched the robin redbreast nibbling the fat ball

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the blue tit came along too

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they were not happy to see each other!