Saturday, December 31, 2011

Eleanor Roosevelt



Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

ook not mournfully into the past. 
It comes not back again. 
Wisely improve the present.
 It is thine.
 Go forth to meet the shadowy future,
 without fear, 
and with a manly heart.

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Christmas Day at the Beach

Greetings from Southern California. Today the weather was unbelievably perfect.
Yes it was a beach day on Christmas Day in California....
 Exploring the tide pools and being with my family was the best way
to spend Christmas.

Happy Holidays to you and your family.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!

Happy Holidays....

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Winter Welcome

O Winter! 
ruler of the inverted year, . . . 
I crown thee king
 of intimate delights,
 Fireside enjoyments,
 home-born happiness,
 And all the comforts that the lowly roof
 Of undisturb'd Retirement,
 and the hours Of long 
uninterrupted evening, know

William Cowper

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

New Projects

Here are some of the new crocheting projects I've been working on.
I'm hoping to have a least one of my granny blankets complete
by the Spring.
Wish me luck.

Winter Seascape

The sea runs back against itself.
With scarcely time for breaking waves.
To cannonade a slatey shelf
And thunder under in a cave.

Before the next can fully burst
The headwind, blowing harder still,
Smooths it to what it was at first -
A slowly rolling water-hill.

Against the breeze the breakers haste,
Against the tide their ridges run
And all the sea's a dappled waste
Criss-crossing underneath the sun.

Far down the beach the ripples drag
Blown backward, rearing from the shore,
And wailing gull and shrieking shag
Alone can pierce the ocean roar.

Unheard, a mongrel hound gives tongue,
Unheard are shouts of little boys;
What chance has any inland lung
Against this multi-water noise?

Here where the cliffs alone prevail
I stand exultant, neutral, free,
And from the cushion of the gale
Behold a huge consoling sea.
John Betjeman

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Downton Abbey Season 2

I can't wait for Season Two!!!
Viva la Romance....

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Weekend Bliss

Happy Weekend

Thursday, December 15, 2011

A Visit to a Paris Market

A visit to a Paris Market with David. What could be better?

Friday, December 9, 2011

Catherine Deneuve

Timeless Beauty!!!
Happy Weekend

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Eleanor Roosevelt


Happy Weekend!!!

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Before Sunset

One of my favorite all time romantic films about second chances with
 the one who got away!!!

Monday, December 5, 2011


Large Sentiment – ‘Courage’

Image courtesy of Pintrest

Friday, December 2, 2011

Jonathan Lockwood Huie


Happy Weekend!!!