Here I am back, bowed his head as a sign of Sorellarghina mea culpa, hoping not to puncture the eye with the Hennin; I
Forgive me darling if the public only now your beautiful gift, but as you know and others do not ... (cabbage girasso that word) I've spent the last few weeks in hospital ...
Well, no bla-bla sadness, I avoid splatter stories, here is fortunately almost everything back to normal, spiders flirt by candlelight ...
not sleep the night and embroidery patterns waaay Witch ...
And in the cauldron lapping potions more effective, look at the cats, for example, "Nail biting, innocent becomes the berries' Argante "
... and ottoman ...
like magic no more scratches on the couch, but ... oops, maybe I exaggerated a little, cabbages, I have become Gost Cats!
NB My dear even your Pelosetta will line the broom, sofas, plucked the poor crow, do not worry, just add a pinch of Light Troll Blood of the Dragon and That's it!
Ri NB: I'll answer to the mess as soon as possible ... thank you for your understanding, you're adorable!
To all of you ... and especially those who wrote me the letter
Wow, I saw the last post on him and I took a hit ... no, no, I'm not dead, they are only aged! Ebbene sì, ho abbandonato il "2" entrando nella nuova decina, 30 :( :'( :P
Evito di commentare il mio umore nero, passando a lente d' ingrandimento ogni singola ruga, una forma di malsano autolesionismo che m'assale ogni 15 di agosto!!!
(espresso! )
Short memory of time spent:
A path through the brambles that scratch the skin, where the fairies with their potions heal old scars more ...
Various purchases, accomplishments Primitive Hare , cherry pits to warm evenings of the coming winter and sugar so shabby that I wanted ...
Passiamo ai doni ricevuti:
Non le ho fotografate, ma il mio Topy m'ha regalato delle splendide posate dal manico madreperlato,
una borsetta per la prossima stagione da perfetta dark lady...
Pendenti creati dalla deliziosa Elenina , raggiano come diamanti, peccato che dalla foto non si comprenda il bagliore
Chiccosissimi gessetti profumati by Cail, ma quando è grazioso il barattolino?!?!?
Mobile fashion crazy, so I read the @ in real time!
As usual, I let down the battery ... Ugh, I hate to let it charge
AND NOW THE GIFT PIU 'BELLO OFFICE THE FATE: HERMAN *************************
I became a mother of another Pelosetta not tell his sad story, avoiding to make you shed tears, but let me say that hope to those who have given up in very poor conditions with the worst of summers! ... man always shows a beast!
Here it is super super fed and pampered, we were lucky to meet us, do appreciate that now remains only to other cats, they are quite strict with him ... in fact it is a bit rough!
With difficulty tolerating the arrival of spring, let alone the summer!
I try to not sound like a crazy old woman to stop with those who dare to complain and call it good season to capture the quality of this summer ...
... I ponder, ponder ...
Ok, Morticia Addams as I also found a good reason to appreciate: the birds singing, sad, sweet and crazy as Emily Dickinson called it
... but looking back ...
saint ... cielo!!!…
Gli uccellini cantano anche in quella linea di confine fra ottobre e novembre, preludio di un inverno ancora nascosto ma già così vicino, perciò, che mai ci sarà di bello nel dovermi allontanare dagli amati boschi conquistati da pulci e zecche, nelle notti, spalmata come squacquerone tra le lenzuola umidicce e nello schiaffeggiarmi le gambe come in un ballo tirolese per allontanare le zanzare?
Con l'avversione di Puffo Brontolone ammetto: IO OOOODIO LA BELLA STAGINE !!!!
( = sono una vecchia pazza! )
(foto scattate da suoceri's home)
La poesia di E.D.
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows,
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night's delicious close,
Between the March and April line
That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
Almost too heavenly near.
It makes us think of all the dead
That sauntered with us here,
By separation's sorcery
Made cruelly more dear.
It makes us think of what we had,
And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
Would go and sing no more.
An ear can break a human heart
As quickly as a spear.
We wish the ear had not a heart
So dangerously near.
The saddest sound, the sound sweeter, The sound crazy that there is, Birds they do in the spring, the delicious close of the night,
on line between March and April That magical frontier of Al là della quale l'estate esita,
Quasi troppo celestialmente vicina.
Ci fa pensare a tutti i morti
Che si aggiravano con noi qui,
Dal sortilegio della separazione
Resi crudelmente più cari.
Ci fa pensare a ciò che avevamo,
E a ciò che ora piangiamo.
Quasi vorremmo che quelle gole incantatrici
Se ne andassero e non cantassero più.
Un orecchio può spezzare un cuore umano
Tanto in fretta quanto una lancia.
Vorremmo che l'orecchio non avesse un cuore
Così pericolosamente vicino.
Per chi si rilassa con i canti della natura consiglio a ride to your ears to this site: Bird Songs
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From the diagram of my Stacy Nash sign Jack
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Amando particolarmente l'inconfondibile Lori di Notforgotten Farm vi do un anticipo sulle ultime novità... I LOVE RUG HOOKING!!!!
Ringrazio le amiche americane per essermi state da muse ispiratrici...
I love and adore the rug hooking you for HAVING Been the American Friends of inspiration and for the advice to Perform at Their Best The Technique ... Hugs, love the American folk art
I'd stop with all this color ... I'm going back in the shade!
