Day 191 – Lips
“I think everyone loves a slash of red lipstick.” ~ Gwendoline Christie I rarely wear make-up but for reasons I can’t fathom my daughter is quite the opposite. She loves her damn make-up and I […]
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“I think everyone loves a slash of red lipstick.” ~ Gwendoline Christie I rarely wear make-up but for reasons I can’t fathom my daughter is quite the opposite. She loves her damn make-up and I […]
“Our lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” ~ Socrates
“The foxglove, with it’s stately bells Of purple, shall adorn thy dells.” – D. M. Moir Not purple I grant you but white bells spotted with purple and looking beautiful in my garden this year. […]
“I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade… And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party.” ~ Ron White Or alternatively if like me […]
“Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.” ~ Richard P. Feynman
“The man who worries morning and night about the dandelions in the lawn will find great relief in loving the dandelions.” ~ Liberty Hyde Bailey Oh this is so true. I watch my grumpy neighbour […]
“The rain begins with a single drop.” ~ Manal al-Sharif And sometimes when it ends it leaves behind a few droplets of itself shimmering in the light. This is wild garlic flowers that are just […]
“But when oxidation nibbles more slowly – more delicately, like a tortoise – at the world around us, without a flame, we call it rust and we sometimes scarcely notice as it goes about its […]
“Life stands before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant clothes.” ~ Carl Friedrich Gauss I love this time of year. Not quite as much as I love summer mind you but close. […]
“Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.” ~ Margaret Elizabeth Sangster This pretty little bloom is one of many that decorates the hedgerow between my front garden and my neighbours. Every spring […]