Saturday, 1 September 2012

These Are The Days.....




....of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there's only future
There's only here, there's only now




Oh your smiling face, your gracious presence
The fires of spring are kindling bright
Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory
Crying freedom in the night

These are the days by the sparkling river
His timely grace and our treasured find
This is the love of the one magician
Turned the water into wine




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These are the days of the endless dancing and the
Long walks on the summer night
These are the days of the true romancing
When I'm holding you oh, so tight





These are the days now that we must savor
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
You've got to hold them in your heart.

 by Van Morrison




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Wishing you all a wonderful and sunny 
late summer weekend....


.... filled with happiness!



My thoughts go out to all of you!

A bientôt....
k

Monday, 27 August 2012

I love August...

...when high summer-hype is over,
the main bulk of holiday guests gone....




time to relax...




and to chill-out...


 


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This is the time when our Hydrengeas turning...




...into a multitude of color shades....



The time for...



celebrating.....


...with family...


...and friends



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Time for reading and "day dreams"....




"In August"

Heat urges secret odors from the grass.
Blunting the edge of silence, crickets shrill.
Wings veer: inane needles of light, and pass.
Laced pools: the warm wood-shadows ebb and fill.
The wind is casual, loitering to crush
The sun upon his palate, and to draw
Pungence from pine, frank fragrances from brush,
Sucked up through thin grey boughs as through a straw.

Moss-green, fern-green and leaf and meadow-green
Are broken by the bare, bone-colored roads,
Less moved by stirring air than by unseen
soft-footed ants and meditative toads.
Summer is passing, taking what she brings:
Green scents and sounds, and quick ephemeral wings.

-- Babette Deutsch




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August - my favorite month of the summer

I love it...



 

Babette Deutsch

1895–1982
Poet, novelist, editor, and critic Babette Deutsch was born and lived much of her life in New York City. 
She began to publish poems in journals such as the New Republic while a student at Barnard College, 
where she earned a BA. 
Two years after her graduation, she published her first poetry collection, Banners (1919). 
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Friday, 17 August 2012

'a mini performance....'


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Well done guys!  Well done London!

:)

Bon Weekend!