The curtain is coming down upon the day;
It's time now for rest, not for play;
Today's lesson has been learned;
And tomorrow we will return;
So , as I disappear from sight;
I wish you all a safe night. XX

June 14

At the bottom of my garden is a fairy ring;
If you take the time to listen you can hear them sing;
Fireflies are near by;
lighting up their sky;
Watching carefully for a chance;
To join the fairies in their dance;
Sometimes tiny elves;
Sit there by themselves;
Watching all around;
To be sure they are safe and sound;
Oh how I wish that it was me;
To be so joyful and carefree.
Written by Patricia Carrick.
Hope you have a nice one.X

I love this quote " You are not what has happened to you; you are what you choose to become. It’s time to break the beliefs and routines that have been holding you back. Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer grows you. Listen to your intuition, not your ego. When you stop chasing the wrong beliefs, you give the right ideas a chance to catch you.".
Enjoy your week ahead. XX.

"It's beautiful the Summer month of June
When all of God's own wildflowers are in bloom
And sun shines brightly most part of the day
And butterflies o'er lush green meadows play.
Light hearted skylark songster of the wing
High o'er the quiet and lonely moorland sing
Above her nest cloaked by the tangled heath
Her charming song so exquisitely sweet.
So mellow the gentle breath of june day breeze
The birds rejoicing on the leafy trees
And dappled trout in pool bed of the stream
Bask in the sun their spotted skins agleam."
- Francis Duggan, June
Have a great day and stay safe. .XX

The moon is shining up above;
The stars they twinkle bright;
You can hear the cooing of the dove;
As he settles for the night;
Shadows play across the ground;
Some short, some fat and some tall;
As we walk and look around;
But no one is there at all;
Now to make this poem end;
I'll say good night my Friend.
Stay safe.!! poem by Patricia Carrick.
I hope all is well. XX
Have a great weekend

It's beautiful the Summer month of June
When all of God's own wildflowers are in bloom
And sun shines brightly most part of the day
And butterflies o'er lush green meadows play.
Light hearted skylark songster of the wing
High o'er the quiet and lonely moorland sing
Above her nest cloaked by the tangled heath
Her charming song so exquisitely sweet.
So mellow the gentle breath of june day breeze
The birds rejoicing on the leafy trees
And dappled trout in pool bed of the stream
Bask in the sun their spotted skins agleam."
- Francis Duggan, June
Have a great weekend and stay safe. .XX

June 14

Sitting in peaceful places
Upon Nature's natural faces
Silent sounds of the River's rushing
The Wind with the Trees harmoniously brushing
Quiet Clouds above calmly passing by
A Sea of blue and white that pleases the Eye
Mountains in the distance sit still in yellow light
The Sun ahead constantly coloring every sight
Never again will we ever be here
At this very moment let us not fear
For this is where the mind is content
This is where the Soul leaves its print
Have a restful night/a
good day to down under,:-)

June 13

...Thus in each flower and simple bell,
That in our path untrodden lie,
Are sweet remembrancers who tell
How fast the winged moments fly.
Time will steal on with ceaseless pace,
Yet lose we not the fleeting hours,
Who still their fairy footsteps trace,
As light they dance among the flowers.
~Charlotte Turner Smith (1749–1806),
Have a great night / day. XX

"It's beautiful the Summer month of June
When all of God's own wildflowers are in bloom
And sun shines brightly most part of the day
And butterflies o'er lush green meadows play.
Light hearted skylark songster of the wing
High o'er the quiet and lonely moorland sing
Above her nest cloaked by the tangled heath
Her charming song so exquisitely sweet.
So mellow the gentle breath of june day breeze
The birds rejoicing on the leafy trees
And dappled trout in pool bed of the stream
Bask in the sun their spotted skins agleam."
- Francis Duggan, June
Have a great day and stay safe. .XX

June13

Day’s End
The twilight comes to cool the. air,
The shadows lengthen on the sod,
Soft breezes blow the garden through,
The leaves and blossoms sway and nod.
On garden path, in sheltering hedge,
In treetops dark and cloudless sky,
The evening birds awake to life,
To stir; to sing and upward fly.
And flowers, warm with summer heat,
Expand to greet the softened light
And shed, to show their gratitude,
A fragrance in the summer night.
Now all is peace. From meadows near
A cooling mist blows o’er the wall
And strangely lonesome in the night
There comes the thrush’s silvery call.
-EDWIN W. PROCTOR
good evening all. XXXX

June 12