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Friday, 28 November 2008
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Wuthering Heights
He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly."
The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
-Dorothy Frances Gurney
Help
She who plants a seed beneath the sod and waits to see a plant, believes in God
Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow, Filling the sky and earth below, Over the housetops, over the street, Over the heads of the people you meet. Dancing, Flirting, Skimming along.
JW Watson
Beyond The City
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature.
- Anne Frank
“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”
- Winnie the Pooh
Cathing the Train
The only way of catching a train I ever discovered is to miss the train before.
He who dislikes the cat was in his former life a rat.
Peter Pan
When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl.
To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.
If you can look at a dog and not feel vicarious excitement and affection, you must be a cat.
Peter Rabbit
Don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor. - Beatrix Potter
Oxford Union Society, London, Rule 46
Bel
And let the honey soak through.
When I'm dead and gone,
That's what I want from you.
The streets of heaven are gold and sunny,
But I'll stick with my plot and a pot of honey.
Place a beehive on my grave
And let the honey soak through.
Sue Monk Kidd - The Secret Life of Bees
Liesel is reading
The Bad Beekeepers Guide
by Bill Turnbull
Quote of the Week
If you want sanity, you can have mine. God knows I'm not using it.
Winnie the Pooh
Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
The flower offered of itself And eloquently spoke Of Gods In languages of rainbows Perfumes And secret silence... - Phillip Pulfrey
The Old Curiosity Shop
The air came laden with the fragrance it caught upon its way, and the bees, upborne upon its scented breath, hummed forth their drowsy satisfaction as they floated by.
Dickon: The animals tell me all their secrets.
Mary: [pointing to the Robin] He wouldn't tell you my secret, would he?
Dickon: About what, Miss Mary?
Mary: A garden. I've stolen a garden. But it may already be dead, I don't know.
Dickon: I'll know.
Mary: Promise you won't tell anyone?
Dickon: Promise.
Mary: No one?
Dickon: Not a soul.
From: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
As the Seasons Come and Go
And as the seasons come and go, here's something you might like to know. There are fairies everywhere: under bushes, in the air, playing games just like you play, singing through their busy day. So listen, touch, and look around - in the air and on the ground. And if you watch all nature's things, you might just see a fairy's wing.
But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth;
The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth:
Flowers in the valley, splendor in the beam,
Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream.
- Lord Byron
The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth:
Flowers in the valley, splendor in the beam,
Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream.
- Lord Byron
Nadine Stair
Rupert
He respects Owl, because you can't help respecting anybody who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn't spell it right.
Mail your packages early so the post office can lose them in time for Christmas
Though I am always in haste, I am never in a hurry
5 comments:
thats a lovely picture, i like the birds.
This is just beautiful! So clear ... looks cold but pretty!
Certainly looks like a crisp, clear winter day. Nice shot.
What a beautiful shot of the sky ~ I love the way you captured the birds as well.
I love your picture..
Gisela
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