...A VERY FAIRY GARDEN...: september 2010

30.9.10

29.9.10

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.
When you take, you gotta give, so live and let live,
Or let go.
I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.

I could promise you things like big diamond rings,
But you don't find roses growin' on stalks of clover.
So you better think it over.
Well, if sweet-talkin' you could make it come true,
I would give you the world right now on a silver platter,
But what would it matter?
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.

Instrumental break.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.

I could sing you a tune or promise you the moon,
But if that's what it takes to hold you,
I'd just as soon let you go,
but there's one thing I want you to know.
You better look before you leap, still waters run deep,
And there won't always be someone there to pull you out,
And you know what I'm talkin' about.
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.
To fade.

I never promised you a rose garden
by Lynn Anderson 1973

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28.9.10

~Autumn

The world puts on its robes of glory now;
The very flowers are tinged with deeper dyes;
The waves are bluer, and the angels pitch
Their shining tents along the sunset skies.

The distant hills are crowned with purple mist;
The days are mellow, and the long, calm nights,
To wondering eyees like weird magicians show
The shifting splendors of the Northern Lights.

The generous earth spreads out her fruitful stores,
And all the fields are decked with ripened sheaves;
While in the woods, at Autumn's rustling step,
The maples blush through all their trembling leaves.

by Albert Laighton ~ 1829-1887

27.9.10

~Autumn

Photo’s Country Living

Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
by Emily Bronté

Please Enjoy your Lovely Autumn Week.
xxx

26.9.10

~Greet A Few of my Feathered Friends..

These Ducks with a big crest on their head
are just here for a few weeks ;o(
I wish they could be mine, they are so very lovely,
don’t you think?

I adore Goose also..
Gladly these Goose are mine,
Emma and Floortje

This is Emma, she is almost 5 months old now.
Do you remember they came to us as little gooslings?
I was very sad
when Her little sister died 2 weeks later..;o(

Link Back!

We took an other goose in, to be a new friend for Emma
so she won’t miss her sister so much..
Her name is Floortje, ain’t she Gorgious too?

It took a while
but now… they are inseparable!

These are our little ones, but in fact not
so little anymore..
Look at those beautiful feathers…

These were a few photo’s of our feathered friends!
Next time more…

25.9.10

~It’s Autumn

source

It’s Official Autumn now…
Wishing you a Wonderful Season!
XXX

24.9.10

~Happy Weekend!

To feel Happiness is having Joy doing little Things.
So have a Wonderful Happy Weekend!
XXX

23.9.10

~The Faerie Keeper

A Country Tale Dream
by The Faerie Keeper.

We have waited many season
since days of youth now gone,
grown in strength and reason
and now outrun the fawn.

In the morning your shadow cloud
rides the sunlight and the noon,
and we know you are proud
our spirits will unite soon.

Then the day you circled round
my spirit left my body hollow,
I knew from your shrieking sound
your skyward journey I would follow.

Now as we gaze wayward, weaving,
instinct to fly controls our being
our Country Tales clan is now believing
and in our soaring there is no deceiving.

My dream of youth happened on that day,
a bond with the mightiest of birds, taken,
and around camp fires we hear them say
the dream of dreamers is not forsaken.

and read the Origin of The Faerie Keeper,
by Denny Lancaster HERE.
Art by Howard David Johnson

22.9.10

~Music Time

21.9.10

~Monastry

Mont Saint-Michel is a rocky tidal island and
a commune in Normandy, France.
It is located approximately one kilometer
(just over a half-mile) off the country's north coast,
at the mouth of the Couesnon River near Avranches.
The population of the island is 41.
The mount is best known for the medieval Benedictine
Abbey and steepled church that occupies most
of the 1km-diameter clump of rocks jutting out
of the waters of the English Channel.
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Until recent times Mont Saint-Michel was connected to
the mainland via a thin natural land bridge,
which flooded rapidly with the incoming tides,
thus creating the tidal island.

In 1879, the land bridge was fortified into a causeway
and now there are plans replace it with a bridge,
while at the same time removing the silt
to once again create a tidal island.

Mont-St-Michel was used as a stronghold as far back
as the 6th century. It became a monastery in the 8th century.
Legend states that the archangel Michael
instructed Bishop St. Aubert to construct a church.
This recommendation was ignored until Michael
burned a hole in the bishop’s skull with his finger.

An Italian architect, William de Volpiano, designed
the Romanesque church of the abbey in the 11th century,
daringly placing the transept crossing at the top of
the mount. Many underground crypts and chapels
had to be built to compensate for this weight.
These formed the basis for the supportive upward
structure that can be seen today.

De Mont-St.-Michel (Mont Saint Michel) is een
rotsachtig eilandje in de zee. Voeger was het geen
rotsberg in de zee, maar een heuvel omringd door bossen.
In 709 kwam er een grote vloedgolf die tot 30 km.
landinwaarts alles had vernietigd. Alleen de rotsberg
was blijven staan. Althans volgens de legende.
Mont Saint Michel, een eilandje met een beroemde
abdij voor de kust van Normandië, behoort tot
de wonderen van de westerse wereld.
Dit getijdeneiland is over land bereikbaar bij eb,
maar bij vloed omringd door water.
In 1979 is de Mont Saint Michel uitgeroepen tot werelderfgoed.

Het eiland Mont St Michel ligt ca. 1 kilometer uit de kust
dichtbij de plaats Avranches in Normandië.
Vroeger was het eiland alleen bij eb bereikbaar,
tegenwoordig loopt er een voetgangersbrug naartoe.

Mont Saint Michel werd rond 700 gesticht door de
heilige Aubert die hier graag in alle eenzaamheid
kwam bidden. Volgens de legende verscheen voor
hem aartsengel Michaël die hem opdroeg op
deze plek een kerk te bouwen.

In de loop van de jaren bouwden de monniken een klooster
naast de kerk en later kwamen er ook woonhuizen
op de rotshellingen. Het in Gotische stijl
opgetrokken Benedicter klooster met bijbehorende
kerk is echter ook vandaag nog het meest in het
oogspringende element. Boven op de schitterende abdij,
152 meter boven de zeespiegel, staat nog steeds
aartsengel Michaël die waakt over Saint Mont Michel
.

Vanaf de 14e eeuw gingen steeds meer mensen op
bedevaart naar Mont-St.-Michel. Tijdens de Franse
Revolutie veranderde de naam van het eiland
in "Mont Libre", de monniken werden verjaagd
en de abdij omgebouwd tot een gevangenis.
In 1863 kwam Mont Saint Michel in handen van
de Franse Monumentenzorg die tot op de dag van
vandaag volop bezig is met restauraties aan de abdij,
om deze in de oude glorie te herstellen.

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