Showing posts with label bohmeian style. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bohmeian style. Show all posts

Thursday, January 15, 2015

dreaming of a Secret Garden . . .



new in the little ZiBagz shoppe 




love looks not with the eyes ~ but with the mind
>>. William Shakespeare 





once... as my heart remember
all the stars were fallen embers
once.. when night seemed forever
I was with you

•• Enya



and finally 




She is mine own,
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

♦♦ William Shakespeare 


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Monday, September 15, 2014

Summer's End





shadows lengthen
color deepens
night sky is crisp
afternoon sun is warm
geese fly overhead

summer is waning




¸.•  Summer's End Keepsake Bag   ¸.•¨¯`• ஐ 


by all these lovely tokens 
September days are here
with summer’s best of weather 
and autumn’s best of cheer 
•• Helen Hunt Jackson. 


¸ ஐ  A bit Bohemian Gypsy       
                            and a tad Cowgirl Western 

.. Absolutely Fabulous Fun!! ஐ ¸



Wednesday, August 27, 2014

summer heat




has this summer gone particularly fast for you?

it feels like it has just whizzed by
school starts next week
some of our trees are tinged in red


summer afternoon 
summer afternoon
to me those have always been 
the two most beautiful words in the English language
Henry James



August has nearly flown
end of summer is here
the days are sunny and hot
nights cool and filled with stars
how quickly time goes by 





I almost wish we were butterflies 
and liv'd but three summer days
three such days with you I could fill with more delight 
than fifty common years could ever contain
John Keats


we grew sunflowers this year

some over 10 feet tall
they are absolutely delightful
I am planting more next year







deep summer 

is when laziness finds respectability
Sam Keen




walking the streets of Charleston 
in the late afternoons of August 
was like walking through gauze 
or inhaling damaged silk
Pat Conroy 




a perfect summer day
is when the sun is shining
the breeze is blowing
the birds are singing
... and the lawn mower is broken
James Dent




in summer
the song sings itself
William Carlos Williams



I love borders
August is the border between summer and autumn
it is the most beautiful month I know

twilight is the border between day and night
and the shore is the border between the sea and land
the border is longing

when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything

the border is to be on the way
it is the way 
that is the most important thing
Tove Jansson

_______________________ . .

new in the little ZiBagz shop


it's been busy around here ...





for a beautiful bride in Calgary
and her bride's maids

















yours is the light by which my spirit's born

you are my sun
my moon
and all my stars

>>. E.E. Cummings


enjoy!