Saturday, April 29, 2017


April ,,,, yes ,, well
It was a nasty month

My brithday
That was oke 

Many lovely friends  and presents

65 red roses 
 my love gave them

nice stitching
it was to cold to do something in the garden 
so i am working on a garden in the house
stevies garden

more flowers
an other quilt I am making

I was sad there was dead and and some got sick

Wel it is almost may
hope  we get better days

Friday, March 31, 2017

Almost April

April, dear April, I beg you come soon –

And bring your sweet primroses too.

Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,

As skies offer sunshine anew.

April, dear April, my blessed spring child,

Ornate in your yellow and white,

Teasing the birds into trilling their songs

And dancing to music of flight.

April, dear April, come enter my dreams

And rid me from cold winter chills.

Banish the rain and those blustery winds

And warm up our countryside hills. 

April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -

You have to move on ‘till next year.

And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,

You’ll always be my month most dear.

Sunday, March 05, 2017

Never a dull moment

 every month a new block
 sometimes a little basket
 and some secrets  sssssst,...

Saturday, February 18, 2017

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
 Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won't be taking, who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

 When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snow
lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring
becomes the rose

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Matters of the heart

You can take a pill or potion
For most anything that ails
There's an ointment or a lotion
When the pill or potion fails

But there's a fortune waiting
For the one who can impart
A cure to heal the aching
In the matters of the heart


Friday, February 10, 2017

Red Cats

Cats all around 
Playing with yarn
So cute 

Cats scratching meowing
cats sleeping 
lazy cats

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Lost and Found

Nothing is ever lost
But rather misplaced

If you are looking
Keep looking
If you are searching
Keep searching
If you are lost
Do not give up hope
For you will be found

If one looks
One can find
If one is lost
One can be found
Again and again

Saturday, January 28, 2017


It is always  a little party
when the flowers are on the table

the water is better then elsewhere
it is the best

Sunday, January 22, 2017

Hello World

On a Sunday morning
It is dark and cold outside

I could not sleep anymore
so I sit here in a warm room
my Friends by my site

little Hearts and some baskets
stitching and thinking

 Feeling fine

have a lovely Sunday 

Friday, January 20, 2017

100 Hartjes

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;

If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,

Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

poem by Emily Dickinson

Friday, December 23, 2016

Silently stitching

 Yes it is still silent in the house
preparing for Christmas
 And some stitching on the quilt 
Foep designed by

 you can find al about this lovely quilt
on her blog here
But be careful it is an  addiction

 But than again quilting does
that to you
I wish you all a lovely Christmas

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Yesterday a Foep day

some days have a silver lining
Yesterday was that kind of day 
It was Foep day 

A Day full of surprises
very nice people and good food

And most of all Inspiration
When I came home my had was full of ideas
I just hade to go upstairs to go and find al the goodies

little boxes and baskets
all the lovely lace my mother made
very old bed linen I discovered on a market in Italia 

of course with a little help from my friend
birds and eggs in a had with lace 

New ideas and old ideas
 the old ideas pup up in my had again
I cant stop have to go and make more

Sunday, December 11, 2016

lovely Sunday

Rain on the green grass,
And rain on the tree,

And rain on the house top,
But not on me!

Sunday, October 23, 2016

An Angel Story

My poetry I have sewn, reflecting times in my life,
pricking my thumb, when I can't get it right,
afternoon delight.

 I ponder my thoughts,
embroidering my poetic quilt.

 Collecting memories,
some good some bad,

 some even sad.
Giving  intense thought,
to feather this quilt.

Sunday, October 09, 2016

For Christmas

Can you put your hand upon your heart?
And say you finish all you start
That in your cupboard there is not
A project started and forgot
Of half done things your shelves are bare
There is no skeleton lurking there?
Either my friend you tell a lie
Or have more ruthlessness than I

 What of the set of place mats there?
A Christmas gift for yesteryear
Designs I like technique is good
I’ll finish them I know I should
About that cushion at the back
Why choose white instead of black?
There’s the pile of blocks I won last year
I almost forgot that they were there

 Our quilting things are a part of us
Is it fair to them to leave them thus?
They helped us make each forward stride
Why should they just be pushed aside?
Turn them into things we can all admire
By using the skills they helped you acquire
With a conscience clear, and a space you gain
And you could start the rigmarole again!