Night Sun
The garden has become quiet and gone to sleep. The season in the sun is running out of time: yet, this little night sun tells me something else.
Just not ready for the end of summer.
Go to Sleep, Darlings... “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields It covers them snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to Sleep, Darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll
Saturday, August 29, 2020
Night Sun 🌻
Night Sun
The garden has become quiet and gone to sleep. The season in the sun is running out of time: yet, this little night sun tells me something else.
Just not ready for the end of summer.
Monday, August 24, 2020
The Little Sunflower's Wish 🌱🌻🧡🌻🌱🧡🌻🧡🌱
Magic in a Tangled Garden
Nature tells us many things, and this little guy, I believe, is telling us where there is love life grows.
Ah! Sun-Flower
By William Blake
Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveler's journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sunflower wishes to go.
Sunday, August 23, 2020
THE SPOOKS ARE COMING FOR YOU, LITTLE BAT! 🎃👀🎃👀👀👀🎃🎃👀🎃👀🎃👀👀🎃👀
I should have thought of this earlier but its never too late. A neat way to see where the stars would look good before painting them in. I still need to paint a shooting star and some tiny stars around the little white ghostly pumpkins.
"By pumpkins fat and witches lean
By coal black cats
With eyes of green
By all the magic ever seen
The ghosts will rise on
Halloween" ~ author unknown
I shared this oil painting yesterday but, I got better pictures this morning so, sharing once more. Also, wondering what to do with the pumpkin patch, any suggestions?
Last night's moon was a waxing crescent, and I tried to capture an image with my phone, only I got this. Sometimes, pictures lie. lol
I did, however, paint it in my spooky Halloween painting.
Now, I am thinking, what I need to do with the haunted pumpkin patch being very careful not disturb the little spooks.
Of course, you might have guessed if you read about our pumpkin patch how I got the idea for this painting. And did you notice the pet rock? Nature sure presents inspiration: one only needs to put on their glasses and take a closer look. Well, at least I know I do, reading glasses and an early morning coffee helps me to see more clearly.
Monday, August 17, 2020
A PUMPKIN FAIRYTALE 🎃
A PUMPKIN FAIRYTALE
"Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run,
And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold,
With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold."
~ John Greenleaf Whittier
When pumpkins give you Fairytales: The quiet garden, still and fragrant after the rain and then I spot from afar little orange golden suns. Its the Pumpkin Patch once again! The pumpkin flowers and the little pumpkins are reaching out coming towards our house: I think they are trying to tell us a fairytale.
PUMPKIN CAT AND PUMPKIN BAT
A PUMPKIN FAIRYTALE
"Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run,
And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold,
With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold."
~ John Greenleaf Whittier
When pumpkins give you Fairytales: The quiet garden, still and fragrant after the rain and then I spot from afar little orange golden suns. Its the Pumpkin Patch once again! The pumpkin flowers and the little pumpkins are reaching out coming towards our house: I think they are trying to tell us a fairytale.
PUMPKIN CAT AND PUMPKIN BAT
Pumpkin fairies and pumpkin pie, jack o' lanterns of pumpkin cats and pumpkin bats under the light of the silvery moon, oh so many ways the pumpkin patch gives to our imagination. I can't wait for the great pumpkin but, I don't think we have the time for one, not much summer left.
I love rain and so do pumpkins. After last night's rainfall, the garden grew and bloomed some more, and the fairytale pumpkin's bloom was the fairest of them all until this silly girl tried to kill the cucumber bug sitting in the center of the flower. I caught the bug: but I got the flower too. Delicate is the flower of the pumpkin so, beware, look, but don't touch.
The quiet garden, still and fragrant after the rain and then I spot from afar little orange golden suns.
I think I'm in love with Pumpkin Flowers 🧡🧡🧡🧡🎃
And the little bug I guess did less harm than me. Don't touch the Pumpkin Flowers!
Have you noticed all the flowers look like stars? Magical!.
A whimsical garden another name for a messy garden.
"Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run,
And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold,
With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold."
~ John Greenleaf Whittier
When pumpkins give you Fairytales: The quiet garden, still and fragrant after the rain and then I spot from afar little orange golden suns. Its the Pumpkin Patch once again! The pumpkin flowers and the little pumpkins are reaching out coming towards our house: I think they are trying to tell us a fairytale.
PUMPKIN CAT AND PUMPKIN BAT
A PUMPKIN FAIRYTALE
"Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun,
The vines of the gourd and the rich melon run,
And the rock and the tree and the cottage enfold,
With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms all gold."
~ John Greenleaf Whittier
When pumpkins give you Fairytales: The quiet garden, still and fragrant after the rain and then I spot from afar little orange golden suns. Its the Pumpkin Patch once again! The pumpkin flowers and the little pumpkins are reaching out coming towards our house: I think they are trying to tell us a fairytale.
PUMPKIN CAT AND PUMPKIN BAT
Pumpkin fairies and pumpkin pie, jack o' lanterns of pumpkin cats and pumpkin bats under the light of the silvery moon, oh so many ways the pumpkin patch gives to our imagination. I can't wait for the great pumpkin but, I don't think we have the time for one, not much summer left.
I love rain and so do pumpkins. After last night's rainfall, the garden grew and bloomed some more, and the fairytale pumpkin's bloom was the fairest of them all until this silly girl tried to kill the cucumber bug sitting in the center of the flower. I caught the bug: but I got the flower too. Delicate is the flower of the pumpkin so, beware, look, but don't touch.
I think I'm in love with Pumpkin Flowers 🧡🧡🧡🧡🎃
And the little bug I guess did less harm than me. Don't touch the Pumpkin Flowers!
Have you noticed all the flowers look like stars? Magical!.
No matter in whose garden this little vine grows, and grows and grows and blooms and blooms and blooms
Nicotiana is one of my favorite, white, fragrant, and starry. A must-have in my garden.
I may never stop dreaming of a cottage by the sea or in the wood, and the stories my garden tells keeps me happy where I am, for now.
Saturday, August 15, 2020
HAPPY CATURDAY!
MAGGIE IN RISKY BUSINESS
Happy Caturday!😽😽 for today's theme Summer Holiday. Some old pics of our two pussycats who never fail to make us smile.
It's always a holiday when you live with cats. 🥰
De, de de de de de
Ooh you're a holiday, such a holiday
It's something I think's worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
~Bee Gees ~ 'Holiday'
Mosaics and photos by Emma ~ M
MAGGIE'S SOCIAL MEDIA PROFILES...JUST KIDDING
BAT'S SOCIAL MEDIA PROFILES, NOT SO SURE IF ALL OF THESE ARE FAKE.😂
HAPPY CATURDAY!
Sunday, August 9, 2020
Fade to Grey Art for Sale
Fade to Grey
This illustration of a haunting, melancholic girl was inspired by the Italian Jewish artist Amedeo Clemente Modigliani.
Will be available on Society6
Saturday, August 1, 2020
OH MY DARLIN', WHY DO I LOVE YOU SO ? HAPPY CATURDAY😻😻😻
Love this Little Bat.
We love you for so many reasons but the fact you appeared at our back door on Emma's birthday on October 27th, 2017 is truly magical and of course, you are two pets in one, a Cat, and a Bat!
Photos by M
HAPPY CATURDAY😻😻😻
WHY DO I LOVE YOU SO
Saturday, June 13, 2020
IN ANOTHER LIFE I WAS LESTAT ~ HAPPY CATURDAY! 🖤
“None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.” ― Anne Rice.
Bat "When I could play Franz Joseph Haydn's Sonata in E flat on the piano.Ooh, how much I miss it."
Lestat: Listen, Louis. There's life in these old hands still. Not quite Furioso. Moderato? Cantabile, perhaps.
Claudia: How could it be?
Lestat: Ask the alligator. His blood helped. Then on the diet of the blood of snakes, toads, and all the putrid life of the Mississippi, slowly, Lestat became something like himself again. Claudia ... you've been a very, very naughty little girl.
HAPPY CATURDAY!
ON THE PIANO ~ ROB WRIGHT
Monday, April 27, 2020
PICK ME, PICK ME, PICK ME, PICK ME
PICK ME, PICK ME, PICK ME, PICK ME...Four baby squirrels, likely around 5 weeks old. We picked up all four, literally.....Remember Kathy Bates in Rat Race? lol Well, these came free.
They showed up in our neighbor's driveway, three sitting on the pavement next to the running board of the neighbor's truck and then the fourth one jumped down from the tree by the driveway and joined his siblings on the ground. Their mother apparently had gone missing a few days prior so the four little ones were left to fend for themselves. Dehydrated and hungry they followed us around and so we gave them the essentials, 1st water and then tiny bits of apple and broccoli.
It wasn't long before we got the call we were waiting for. We were fortunate to find a home for them @ https://www.rideauwildlife.org Rideau Valley WildLife Sanctuary in North Gower.
So happy they took these little babies in.
Thank you so much, Linda Laurus for helping us out.
Oh, and we discovered two of the four are girls. So cute.
It seems we are in an area for rescuing animals but barely out in the countryside, imagine if we were lol .
P.S. To our cat friends, sorry we missed Caturday. Saturday was quite an eventful day.
They showed up in our neighbor's driveway, three sitting on the pavement next to the running board of the neighbor's truck and then the fourth one jumped down from the tree by the driveway and joined his siblings on the ground. Their mother apparently had gone missing a few days prior so the four little ones were left to fend for themselves. Dehydrated and hungry they followed us around and so we gave them the essentials, 1st water and then tiny bits of apple and broccoli.
It wasn't long before we got the call we were waiting for. We were fortunate to find a home for them @ https://www.rideauwildlife.org Rideau Valley WildLife Sanctuary in North Gower.
So happy they took these little babies in.
Thank you so much, Linda Laurus for helping us out.
Oh, and we discovered two of the four are girls. So cute.
It seems we are in an area for rescuing animals but barely out in the countryside, imagine if we were lol .
Thursday, April 23, 2020
SPOOKY GHOST STORIES ♥️ 👻👻👻👀
It’s World Book Day today. Here are a few of the old books I’ve collected over the years, some from Sally Ann others ordered online or from other thrift stores. The Victorian girl and boy statuette I found at House of Lazarus years ago and affectionately named them Miles and Flora, the ghost children from one of my favorite ghost story, “The Turn of The Screw” by Henry James and the movie “The Innocents”.
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
Happy World Art Day 🖼🎨🖌🐱 Nine Lives
"A cat has nine lives. For three he plays, for three he strays, and for the last three he stays"
Happy World Art Day 🖼🎨🖌🐱
A painting of mine from a while back and sharing it today for World Art Day ~ Nine Lives
Bat wasn't put there he placed himself there, honest. Something about art and cats, they just get along so well.
Il tempo se ne va ~ Time Passes
Behind the painting is a photograph of my nono and nona in Italy. They brought me up until I left for Canada when I turned 7. They were the best!
Color or black and white? I think I like the b&w, I suppose the reason why I do is I love the color black.
Happy World Art Day 🖼🎨🖌🐱
THE DREAM AND THE VISITOR
I couldn't sleep but I remembered my dream... Salem returned.
‘The Visitor’, by Ian Serraillier
A crumbling churchyard, the sea, and the moon; The waves had gouged out grave and bone;
A man was walking, late and alone...
He saw a skeleton on the ground; A ring on a bony finger he found.
He ran home to his wife and gave her the ring. “Oh, where did you get it?” He said not a thing.
“It’s the loveliest ring in the world,” she said,
As it glowed on her finger. They slipped off to bed.
At midnight they woke. In the dark outside, “Give me my ring!” a chill voice cried.
“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”
“I’m coming!” A skeleton opened the door. “Give me my ring!” It was crossing the floor.
“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”
“I’m reaching you now! I’m climbing the bed.” The wife pulled the sheet right over her head.
It was torn from her grasp and tossed in the air: “I’ll drag you out of bed by the hair!”
“What was that, William? What did it say?”
“Throw the ring through the window! THROW IT AWAY!”
She threw it. The skeleton leapt from the sill, Scooped up the ring and clattered downhill, Fainter... and fainter... Then all was still.
Salem was one of our rescues, a very special cat who had a sixth sense I'm sure.
THE VISITOR BY IAN SERRAILLIER
A crumbling churchyard, the sea, and the moon; The waves had gouged out grave and bone;
A man was walking, late and alone...
He saw a skeleton on the ground; A ring on a bony finger he found.
He ran home to his wife and gave her the ring. “Oh, where did you get it?” He said not a thing.
“It’s the loveliest ring in the world,” she said,
As it glowed on her finger. They slipped off to bed.
At midnight they woke. In the dark outside, “Give me my ring!” a chill voice cried.
“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”
“I’m coming!” A skeleton opened the door. “Give me my ring!” It was crossing the floor.
“What was that, William? What did it say?” “Don’t’ worry, my dear. It’ll soon go away.”
“I’m reaching you now! I’m climbing the bed.” The wife pulled the sheet right over her head.
It was torn from her grasp and tossed in the air: “I’ll drag you out of bed by the hair!”
“What was that, William? What did it say?”
“Throw the ring through the window! THROW IT AWAY!”
She threw it. The skeleton leapt from the sill, Scooped up the ring and clattered downhill, Fainter... and fainter... Then all was still.
Salem was one of our rescues, a very special cat who had a sixth sense I'm sure.
THE VISITOR BY IAN SERRAILLIER
Sunday, April 12, 2020
HAPPY EASTER 🌿🐣🌷 CATS IN THEIR EASTER BONNETS🐱🐱🐱
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