I am a mum with a lovely husband and two wonderful children. Enjoying being me, enjoying having fun!!
Whether or not. We'll always have weather. Sometimes cold and sometimes hot✨. Days of freezing gentle snow. Icy winds that blow and blow. Fog and mist that deadens sound⛄.
To my darling children. what can I say. Too many things, so I'll just pick the one How blessed I am to have you in my day!✨ We've been to the cinema Braved storms at sea.
As the clock strikes three. Gentle harmonics sound. Reminding me how lucky. To see and hear and be. Three o'clock and all's well. I'm happy to be me. A spark of precious creation.
A blossom falls to earth. Soft as a mothers touch. Joined by many more. A rich carpet on the floor. Trees sigh with songs of spring. A moment flows with grace. A world within a world.
Sitting by my fireside, Toasty,cosy,sleepy, warm Enjoying peace and quiet Good book in my hands Family somewhere near, happy in themselves✨ Ancient sunlight freed from wood and coal so old Sparks of...
Twinkling stars up in the sky. Higher than you and higher than I. Peeping out from midnight blue. A deep and velvet wonderful hue. A streak of stardust cuts through the Night.
#sundayrepost A wizened old man stands tall and proud His beard long and straggly and slightly sad His eyes speak of things best not said out loud For he's as old as the hills and nearly as...
Sitting on my stairs Neither up not down Smack bang in the middle Wearing a little frown I ponder on my life In all it's wonder and its glory A tiny touch of trouble, a smattering of strife A...
Fiery breath, warms the night. Deep in darkness out of sight. Dreams unfold of daring deeds. Most are only little seeds✨. Wings of velvet softly folded. Scales of green delicately moulded.
Two little dicky birds sitting on a wall One quite short and the other quite tall Although they were different their hearts were as one For they loved each other as much as anyone Spring in the...
I am reposting this recipe, so sorry, but I wrote it from memory and made a hash!!. This is the definitive version. Can I say that. Anyway enjoy.
The wind it is a-calling So is the silvery moon And I'm off to the hill top To sing a merry tune I wrap my cloak around me chanting words of power Old spells that conjure magic Set all the world...
I thought I'd get in practice Make sure I haven't lost my touch And make the family pancakes This lovely Tuesday night.
Woke up from dreams of sparkling magic And stretched my tiny wings Stumbled to the cooking-place To light the fires within A gentle breath is all it takes To ignite the still warm coals For a Dragons...
I'm sitting in the cupboard On the landing in my house Scared witless by a noise That woke me from a deep and peaceful sleep I heard the footsteps creeping Oh so very, very slowly Up and up they...
Catkins dangling long and thin. A tantalising promise of green fresh spring. Sunny skies, wispy clouds. A world washed clean, ready to begin. Birds are singing, busy as bees.
One night I slept beside a tree And dreamt of running, being free A man appeared small and dainty, dressed in colours O so bold High magic sparkling, did unfold, Soft music touched my very soul I...
Fire, fire, burning bright Golden warmth this cold, cold night Logs a-crackling, chestnuts a-blackening Sunlight bursting, illuminating night✨.
When Winter wind wistles and blows Bending trees, snapping boughs, like matchsticks torn asunder When Winter wind wistles and blows Bending trees, snapping boughs, like matchsticks torn...
Out of the darkness Into the light Came the woes of the world On one frightful night Only a glimmer of hope, bright and true Clouds lined with silver, for me and for you ✨✨✨.
#disabilityaware Sitting in my wheelchair, wanting to be free Looking at all sorts people, what is it they see in me Only half a person, sometimes is what I feel When really I'm all here, well...
Inspired by observing faces around me and really appreciating how we all the same and yet all so very different. ✨ Eyes to see what you can see Nose to smell, but hope it's not me.
In the breath of life infinity ✨ In the blink of an eye eternity ✨ In a heartbeat, tranquility ✨✨✨.
Fey by name and fey by nature A sprite of magic, worlds unfolding Seeing through, the mists of time Have been's, will be's and a maybe too.
Fiery breath, warms the night. Deep in darkness out of sight. Dreams unfold of daring deeds. Most are only little seeds✨. Wings of velvet softly folded. Scales of green delicately moulded.
Dark and dank the rain beats down Upon my shoulders without a care Brow firmly creased in a little damp frown Feels as though the sky might break and fall Taking off in a big white plane Up into the...
Morning star shining bright ✨. Pushing back the darkest night. Like a friend, so glad to see. Always there for you And me. As the day winds slowly down. Fires are lit all over town.
Winter white colours the day. Encased in icing like a cake in may. All is still, quite sublime. A frozen world, time out of time. Nothing moves, not. animal, man, or bird.
Help. I read a post some while back, it was very clever, a question asked of a university class and was about hell freezing over, if my memory serves me right.
Mr Snow, the snowman One eye closed, the other winking Made of coal, with a carrot for a nose Around his neck, a scarf wound tight Woolly hat complete his clothes What does he think as he stands...
Britain held in iron fist. Squeezing life before your eyes. A strangle hold, of freezing cold. Ice and snow and winds that blow. People shiver, animals too. Longing for warmth, sea, sand and sunshine.
Ice outside my window. Silent grip of iron. Creaking, cracking, groaning. An ancient, age old song. Swirls and whirls and ferns of frost. Sparkle in the moonlight. Every single drip and drop.
If the moon were made of cheese How lovely that would be Would it be a stilton.
My boobs are going southwards. Their heading for my toes. How far they reach is a guess that nobody does know. But hopefully, eventually the downward trend must. slow. So, watch this space you all.
This was inspired by one of my nephews who hates to be kissed or hugged.
As I was giving my son a hug and kiss before he left for college this morning, it made me ponder on a mothers role. This is not meant as an attack on fathers.
#disabilityaware Sitting in my wheelchair, wanting to be free Looking at all sorts people, what is it they see in me Only half a person, sometimes is what I feel When really I'm all here, well...
Hi sorry its late, thank you to everyone who entered. There was a high standard of writing and very hard to choose the winner. I would really like to choose you all!.
Sitting on the step at the bottom of my stairs. Not doing very much, just brushing golden hair. A hundred strokes each and every day. My mum she often used to say. As I sit and brush each strand.
A riddle I wrote today whilst walking the dog.
Deep in a cold dark cave of old. Lay a slumbering Dragon. Big and bold. His scales of silver, blue and gold. Enough to make your blood run cold. But for now his eyes tight shut.
Hi guys, Thank you to those that have entered already. Not had many though so I am extending the competition closing date to Sunday 6 January at 8 pm.
Deep in the woods. In a house very old. Lived a wizened wild lady. With a heart of pure gold. Her hair was all frizzy. Her skin not too clean. But ask her for magic. And she'd shine with a gleam.
On a dark winters night storm howling around Finding small cracks where the wind creeps and bounds An old lady sits, warm by the fire, a clicking of needles the only sound there.
Out in the ocean, one day in my boat I sailed that much further than ever before The wind strong and pushy and blew where it will And soon I was lost, and nowhere to be found T'was such an...
Ring the bells. Light the tapers. fire those rockets up to the skies. Drinks with bubbles. Eats of cheese. Games of amusement. Whatever you please. Sit by the firelight. Contemplating.
#Saffron #Colourchallenge Dear @blacknova I am amazed, thank you so much for picking my opuss. I really, really enjoyed writing it.
A very happy Christ-was To one and to all The paper all torn and littering the floor Cold turkey to eat, until it's all gone I'm sure you'll agree with me, that's a real bore.
#colourchallenge. She sat upon the dusty shelf. Delicate, small, fine boned face. Her robes of jade flow like silk. Covering skin white as milk. She has been hidden this many a long year.
Wind and rain lash my window With a force so fierce it knows no reason Every lull a welcome rest Every gust giving it's best Trees are bent and blown down low Springing up with a surging flow How...
Tis the midnight hour on Christmas Eve And all is quiet and peaceful An age old magic is brought to life It happens once a year.
In a dark, dark wood Sat an old, old man Wizened and gnarled like the trees His craggy old face peering out from under his voluminous hood He sat for a long time Waiting, waiting,waiting...
I have an important job to do All day long and all night too I sprinkle magic all around The Christmas tree is where I'm found Children playing hide and seek Adults retreating, feeling weak I catch...
To all my lovely friends Oldies that I know and those I've yet to meet I wish for you much joy this Christmasi Filled with happy things: Glorious food to fill your tummies Family and friends...
He came upon the midnight air. That gentle giant in red. His beard all white and snowy. Bringing presents in his stead. Rudolph's in a right old sulk. And won't play the game at all.
A wizened old man stands tall and proud His beard long and straggly and slightly sad His eyes speak of things best not said out loud For he's as old as the hills and nearly as proud His breath feels...
Trees of dark black gnarled old wood. Ancient spirits, voices misunderstood. The forests sways and creaks with the wind. That whistles down from deep in the glen. It comes from the north.
My name is Jack I'm quite a lad You'll never creep up behind my back For I'm quieter and faster than your lovely dear old dad As I spread my fingers wide Ice crackles and freezes everything in...
This is one of my favourite recipes. So I thought I'd share it with you, hope you like it too.
A tiny tree in a big dark wood Waiting, watching whilst others stood From a small brown seed 'twas newly grown Amid raging winds where all was blown Many winters long and hard, came and went with no...
Dancing, swirling, sweetly frozen Downy, soft like feathered jewels Touch my lips with a tickle and a giggle Cold and tingly, frosty fun.
I am very tiny, very small. But sit upon dark branches tall. Around me silver tinsel sparkles. Magnifying, glorifying all that is me. For I am a tiny fairy light. A golden glowing orb so bright.
#opussweeklychallenge Ringwood New Forest Englandi December 21st 2012 As the last star of night blinks it's eye and goes to sleep, the golden light of dawn washes colour across the land.
'twas a cold winters night. All bluster and blizzard. Snow down my neck, toes like fingers of ice. The wind found it's way through clothing and skin. Wheeling and stealing the breath from my mouth.
The midnight hour approaches. So very dark and damp. The mist a swirling vortex. Nothing looks revamped. Time to start my journey. A haunting I must go. People think my life so easy.
Don't know who wrote this, but would like to share with you all. " The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us".
Famous quote by Albert Einstein. ✨ "If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales" Do you know what.
They call me " The Shadow." Moving with stealth through the night Avoiding people everywhere and houses all aglow An old man thinks he sees me, but doesn't trust his sight Just a fleeting sweep of...
I am inspired to tell you a story, that happened to me long, long ago, whilst working in a nursing home.
Whether you think you can or whether you think you can't; either way you are probably right. Henry Ford.
"Denial ain't just a river in Egypt" MARK TWAIN.
Something to make you giggle!. "I once shot an elephant in my pyjamas. How he got into my pyjamas I'll never know" Groucho Marx.
A witch I have been this many a long year. My secrets held close in my heart so dear. My black book of spells, all tattered and torn. Kept far away from prying eyes that would scorn.
Each step that you take, upon your path of life, will always be the right one. For you, and you alone!.
I have just read this in a book and just had to get it out to a wider audience. It echoes my feelings entirely.
"Unconventional ideas in science are seldom positively greeted by those benefiting from conformity." Quote by Marcell Tuzzi (Socialist).
In the cold reaches of Tibet, where peace reigns supreme, a sleepy old dragons slumbers and snores. His breath warming his toes.
@littlekitten challenge My name is Diana, named after the Goddess of the moon. My middle name is Fay ( of the fairy folk). My life has always been blessed in so many ways.
Friends are to be with. Have fun day and night. To savour each flavour like coffee or spice. To hold you real tight when things feel so rough. Smooth stormy waters. Till safe passage is found.
A swirling black mist covers the moors. Seeping and weeping inside of the doors. Small cosy dwellings, so welcome and warm. Discourage the ghosts that outside do swarm.
Sighing through the shadows. Thinking thoughts of gloom. Twas fun for quite a while. But now don't give it room. I'm sick of spooky games. Of scaring little children. And adults often too.
I'm lying down again Deep in the cold dark earth A single bell tolls loudly To signify my birth For tonight is the night I'm creeping o-so slowly from the dank and dusty coffin Shaking dirt from...
In the quiet of the night. When dreams come true. A little peace is in full sight. Awaiting a day that comes thick with dew. The black like velvet, deep and pure. Surrounds me in a thick dark, cloak.
I curl my tail round tightly. Asleep in a tight comfy ball. My breath a sigh of magic. No sound to be heard at all. I dream Of stars and sparks of fire. Of gold and awesome treasure.
I am a little twinkling star. A-shining down on thee. And I'm looking for some others. To keep me company. As I look from the heavens. Down on the Earth below. Beating hearts, I see by the dozen.
In my wild and untamed garden. Lives a great big beautiful tree. It has bark all rough and hairy. With insects creeping through. To reach it is real difficult it's super hard to find.
There was an old woman. She lived in the woods. Deep in the darkest and tangliest roots. Where gnarled trees twisted and tried very hard. To trip unsuspecting and innocent folk.
Whilst I was walking down the street as happy as can be. A little white feather fluttered down, very close to me. Twas from my guardian Angel, a message for me to see.
" Learn from yesterday Live for today Hope for tomorrow" Albert Einstein Genius edition.
I am really really small. You can not see much of me at all. My dress is made of raindrops. All twinkling as they fall. A golden staff held in my hand. That sprinkles golden sand.
You will never please all of the people. No matter how you try. You will never displease all the people. How ever hard you cry. Stand tall and proud of who you are. Don't stoop and try to hide.
"Mums are not just for Christmas" By James ( my lovely son).
I am an eternal optimist: everything is possible And if it's not... Then it was meant to be!.
Deep in my bed. Surrounded by down. I sleep like the dead. With a great furrowed frown. I'm covered in cobwebs that creep oh so softly. Safe, warm and cosy. Protect and enclose me. While over my head.
At the end of your life, just before your last breath. Go back through your journey Since the babe you once were.
Shine bright like a star You are magic!!.
Smile at everyone you see. Your gift shall surely return to thee.
You can only think one thought at a time. It could be happy, could be sad.
I'm a little dreamer. In each and every way. Quick dreams, slow dreams and some that take all day. They take me magic places. Journeys far and wide. East of the sun and west of the moon.
I sail across the sea. In my silver sailing boat. Knowing I can be. Whatever as I float. I see amazing images. Appear before my eyes. A little bit of synergy. To weave as I go by.