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Pumpkin Hollow: The Magic Appletree
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. Monday, October 14, 2013. By Helen H. Moore. Apples, apples, what a treat,. Sweet and tart and good to eat. Apples green and apples red,. Hang from branches overhead,. And when they ripen, down they drop,. So we can taste our apple crop. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Peace and content bless. My little thatched cottage, and warm my own hearth with the treasures o. Apple Picking by William Stephen Coleman. I Sit and Think.
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Bookish Kind Diversions: Republic of Pemberley
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Sunday, December 25, 2011. Labels: Republic of Pemberley. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A listing of my favorite places to visit on the web. Click here. To go back to the main page. Little white cottage in the woods. Doctor Whooligan: Season 10 News, Davison Book, Darvill At Dragoncon, Chicago TARDIS Gets More Guests, Tom Baker Returns! Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow. TODAY is the Last Day for the Early Registration Price Eclectic Beaded Crochet Jewelry. Rackham and the Wind. Magic in the Memory.
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Pumpkin Hollow: Poems
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. O, to have a little house! To own the hearth and stool and all! The heaped up sods against the fire,. The pile of turf against the wall! Come little leaves, said the wind one day,. Come o'er the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold,. For summer is gone, and the days. Leaves in the Autumn come tumbling down,. Scarlet and yellow, russet and brown. Leaves in the garden were swept. Carol L. Riser. The nu...
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Pumpkin Hollow: July 2013
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. Saturday, July 27, 2013. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Between the dark and the daylight,. When the night is beginning to lower,. Comes a pause in the day's occupations,. That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me. The patter of little feet,. The sound of a door that is opened,. And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight,. Descending the broad hall stair,. To take me by surprise.
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Pumpkin Hollow: Child's Play
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Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn." - Elizabeth Lawrence. Saturday, July 27, 2013. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Between the dark and the daylight,. When the night is beginning to lower,. Comes a pause in the day's occupations,. That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me. The patter of little feet,. The sound of a door that is opened,. And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight,. Descending the broad hall stair,. To take me by surprise.
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HOLLOW WOODS: Lechuzas
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The house in the roses. The here and now. The little white cottage in the woods. I have this affinity with birds… a special connection if you may. I must have been a bird in a previous life; if not, I should fly with them one day. Love them all the same, but my favorite above all my favorites would have to be the mysterious and ever so controversial “ Lechuza. 8221;, or “ Mochuelo. The Gypsies call her " Ghost of the Nigh". 8212;the owl, with its large eyes and mysterious ways. Would cross the night sky.
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HOLLOW WOODS: A WITCH’S DWELLING
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The house in the roses. The here and now. The little white cottage in the woods. A WITCH’S DWELLING. Have you even been inside a witch’s cottage? I didn’t think so! Would you like to visit one? Oh I think you might like to. Yes? OK then, come on! To pass unnoticed, and to prevent being discovered, witches may construct magical house which may have the illusive form of a regular den or a burrow; like the dens raccoon and other small creature would use for temporary shelter. The hobbit house I saw emerged ...
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HOLLOW WOODS: Meeting in the Magical Forest
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The house in the roses. The here and now. The little white cottage in the woods. Meeting in the Magical Forest. This is my home. Deep in the magical woods I live. The way is dark,. The light is dim,. But now there's you and there's me. We shall meet for tea under the Magical Tree. Kindred spirits are always together. We walked always in beauty, it seemed to me. Let’s get together and feel all right. But I am here; you are there—two seas,. Five thousand rivers,. A thousand years ago? Hasten over the bad.
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HOLLOW WOODS: Animal
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The house in the roses. The here and now. The little white cottage in the woods. You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees. For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body. Love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain. Are moving across the landscapes,. Over the prairies and the deep trees,. The mountains and the rivers.
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HOLLOW WOODS: Winter cry
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The house in the roses. The here and now. The little white cottage in the woods. Snow has wilted under rain; a frigid rain. Splish splash, my feet stumbling in dark puddles of water. This is not the rain I was born with—the balmy pouring rain of the tropics. Shall I pack my suitcase and leave this place to wander the land? Like a gypsy. Like a fairy gypsy forever in search of light. Where do the Fae wait? Poor dears, battling in the gale! Hail and ice, and ice and hail. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
