Envelopes and cards can be so boring so one of my favourite things to do is decorate them :) I'm certainly no Rembrandt or Magritte, but my friends like them :o)
This one is to my best friend Henriette
The back
And one this one is to Tini :o)
The back
And one this one is to Tini :o)
I Remember I Remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away. I Remember I Remember
The roses, red and white.
The violets and the lily-cups--
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,--
The tree is living yet!
I Remember I Remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air musr rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
The summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.
We are half way through October, but looking outside you wouldn't think so. The air is soft out in the garden, the autumn sun warming it. This time of the year the loght is beautiful. It's a perfect day to spend the sunday morning reading in the garden, enjoying the sun now she is still here. Soon winter will come, and it will be too cold. Even when wrapped in an electric blanket *Ü*
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