The Escapist’s Colouring Club November 😁

Well here we are another year done, less than one month left and Christmas will be here!

This is the picture I picked for November lovely flowers and butterflies.

And above is the finished article. I used my original set of pencils plus my new pastels.

This brought to you care of LindaGHill‘s The Escapist’s Colouring Club.

Lune Day 26

At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.

Colours pink and green

Flowers reach

To the sky so keen.

Lune Day 18

At Kat Myrman‘s suggestion,along with Jane Dougherty, I’m trying out the Lune form this month. The Lune is a three line poem, either 5/3/5 syllables or 3/5/3 words.

Sentinels stand guard.

Flowers bright

Physicoldelic grow

Wordless Wednesday. Flowers,reflections water and glass.

Now I know this post is called Wordless Wednesday but let’s face it, it is Saturday and I am so behind so I am going to say a little.
I took this photo in my sister-in-law’s garden and I am delighted to see the reflection of the sky and her garden in the glass fountain. 🌹💜

Wordless Wednesday: Glorious colour on the walk with the dog.

Song Lyrics Sunday: Flowers and Seeds.

This week the fantastic Helen  Vahdati of This Thing called Life One Word At a time. Said as it Mother’s Day in the United States we need to produce a song or songs with flowers in the words or title! I love this idea. 

Rules and Pingback here

Right here we go guess who , yes Imogen Heap , with a great little song that was used for an off beat American Drama Six feet under I love the song and the TV series. 

Lyrics by Imogen Heap.

I’m a lonely petunia in an onion patch repeat! 

And also by Imogen Propeller Seeds, well almost flowers.

“Propeller Seeds”

Propeller seeds
Corridor scene
Talk on, walk out.
It took me a minute, my mind was on other things
Oh, you got me at “Paris”
I must be coming down with something to be thinking this

What’s happening here?
I’m growing roots through my toes
And leaves from my fingertips

Unfold
Where does this story go?
Queue, food
Drink up
Continue

We float in tandem, past name tags and shaking hands
Immune to the hubbub of others
We’re deep in discussion, the party’s on mute.
(Oh woah, oh woah)
Our bubble’s got it covered
(Ooh…)
You want me, well you’ve got me
It doesn’t have to be today
I can’t believe I said that out loud

What’s happening here?
I’m growing roots through my toes
And leaves from my fingertips

I’m falling
What does this story know?
Wedding rings, children
Are all the good ones taken?
Rickshaw, disco
Goodnight kiss
Oh, cold shower

Call me for sweet… dreams of him
Where does this story go?
(Whoa whoa)
What does this story know?
(Whoa whoa)
What does this story hold… for us?

Lyric from A to Z Lyrics

And to finish the most haunting song  by Sting, Desert Rose. The Haunting voice of  Algerian raï singer Cheb Mami, fabulous song.

https://youtu.be/C3lWwBslWqg

Lyrics Desert Rose

“Desert Rose”

[Cheb Mami Introduction (Algerian Arabic):]
Hadaee mada tawila
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
[English:]
Oh night oh night
It has been a long time
And I am looking for myself and my loved one
And I am looking for myself and my loved one
And I am looking for myself and my loved one

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man’s desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing’s as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

[Cheb Mami (Algerian Arabic):]
Aman aman aman
Omry feek antia
Ma ghair antia
Ma ghair antia
[English:]
Aman aman aman
My life is for you
And no one other than you
And no one other than you

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

[Cheb Mami (Algerian Arabic):]
Ya lili ah ya leel
[English:]
Oh night oh night

Lyrics from A To Z

Happy Mother’s​day to all Mums celebrating Mother’s day today.

Loveuary Day 6 :I picked for you some flowers.

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

Today, Day 6  I want  to  talk about love  between children.  Children  are  as capable    of  love as  adults  are  but  they  are  not  always  given  enough  credit  for  this. Often it is  deemed  better , by  adults, not  to  tell children  the  truth. Especially  when  they  think  the  child  will not understand what  has happened. The  loss of  a  close family  member  or  friend  can be  devastating  if  not handled  properly. So today  I  want  to  express how  the loss of  a loved one  can effect  a child, in  this case  a loved  friend. In a way I  am using  two prompts , Flowers and Childhood Love. This is a poem I  wrote in  2012.

Link  to  Ritu’s Post
Link  to  rules  and  prompts

I picked  for  you  some flowers

Image  found  here 

I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door.

I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say

When I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

Why was your mummy crying why did she look so sad,

So I forgot to give  her your flowers I do hope you won’t be mad.

I picked them by the stream where we are not meant to go,

I did not ask my mummy for I knew she would say no!

I knew they took you to hospital we all saw the ambulance the other day,

We all got so excited but then you see we did not think you’d stay……….. away.

I saw your dad out walking Kenyo yesterday

I asked how you were and like your mummy he would not say.

Kenyo was not bouncing and your dad looked sad,

I wish I had not spoke to him his sad eyes made me feel bad.

Every one misses you, well none as much as me.

I am lonely as I have your empty seat at school right next to me.

I asked my mum would she take me to see you ,

I asked if I could bake a cake and bring that with us too.

She made lots of excuses as to why we could not go ,

And I got very angry because I wanted to!!  and I miss you so!

Mum said I am not to bother your mum and dad

And that you won’t be coming back. She won’t tell why that makes me so sad.

I asked why you had gone and why you’d not return.

I was met with silence and sad looks which made me cry till my eyes burned.

I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door.

I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say ,

When I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

Thursday Doors, Floral doors

This  is  part  of :Thursday Doors which is  is a weekly feature allowing door lovers to come together to admire and share their favourite door photos from around the world. Feel free to join in on the fun by creating your own Thursday Doors post each week and then sharing it, between Thursday morning and Saturday noon (North American eastern time), by using the Linky  at  rhe  bottom of  Norm2.0  blog found  here with  pinkback

The  photos  are  all doors  found in a  town near  where I  live , I took the  photos in  the  summer . The  weather  was excellent  and  the roses  were in bloom.

Not  well today  so  this just a  short  blog.

 

Wordless Wednesday :Day Lily

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: GET WELL SOON PAUL

Get  well soon  Paul

Love to Paul

Hello  everyone  I  am sorry  to  announce  that  out  dear  friend  Paul Curran  is  not  well enough  this  week  to  host  his  own  If  we  were having  Coffee get together. I am sure  you  will join  me  in  wishing  him well  and  a speedy  recovery. Now  all of  you  are  very  welcome  to  join  my  gathering. I cannot offer  you  exciting  and inspirational stories  or  the  funny  antidotes  he  comes up  with, mined  from his  rich  and  amazing life. I can however  off you  coffee cakes and  more  and  a  warm  welcome and  chit chat.

If we  were having coffee:The  weather  is  getting  distinctly  wintry, fogs, rain, frost  and  cold so  lets  all go inside  and  be  comfy by  the fire. Paul  and I  can  still entertain  you  all  with tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster

Do join in

If we  were having  coffee : I would  tell  you it has  been  a very  busy  week  full of  funeral  and  floral arrangements, my  sister M’s  Funeral is  this  coming  Tuesday. It  has  been a  very  sad  time  full of  lovely  emails  and  phone  calls  from all types  of  people  who’s  lives  she had  touched.

If we  were having  coffee : I  would  ask  you  what I can  get  you  to drink or  eat, and  say  lets  change  the subject. As I  was  saying it has  been  a busy  week  but I  did manage  to  take  Thursday  off  and  go into  the  nearest  town  with  my  friend L , we  a  bus ride, and  a coffee  and  cake  and  a long  chat  setting  the  world  to rights. We also  went  to  the  gym  twice  this  week and on Friday  I  went  back  to my  Pilates  class, I  have  missed  two  weeks  ( since M died  I  just  could not  get on  with  the normal ) Slowly  I  am getting  there!

If we  were having  coffee : It was  Halloween this  weekend  and I  can  tell  you now  that  it is  getting  really  big  business over  here. Suddenly  it is  very  popular  and  everyone was  busy  celebrating it ! Here  are  some  amazing  photos from one  of  my  neighbour’ s   garden!

Scary in the dark!

Witches to greet you

Inviting you to lunch!

I think they have been waiting a long time

The warthogs look better fed

Don’t recommend the service here!

OH! the witch is off!!

On  an  other  more  serious  note ,  some  of  the  costumes  being  sold  for  children  to  wear  are  extremely  dangerous  and  children  have been seriously  burned. So  there  are  campaigns  for  safer  costumes  that  are  fire  retardant. Read  here  and especially  here  . Not  nice  so  be careful  out  there!

If we  were having  Coffee: I would have  to say  that  I really  have  to  go now  as  today  has been  a mish mash  of looking after  unwell cats, and  my  friend  who is having  problems  with  her  daughter. If  you  remember  I have  written  about  her  problems  and  the hospital  she has been in and out of . All I can do  is  listen  and just  be  there  for them  when I can.

Yes I do

 If we were having Coffee Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s