the last rose of summer

'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone

All her lovely companions are faded and gone

No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh

To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem

Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them

Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed

Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead

So soon may I follow when friendships decay
And from love's shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown
Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone?
This bleak world alone

By Thomas Moore 1805

Celtic Woman do a beautiful 

job singing it here

betty

this is a very pretty video.

Twila

'We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together'

Angie Miller.

Enjoy!

Twila xx

The Sound of Music

Just saw The Sound of Music at our local theatre!  My. Goodness.  They were good!!  The lady who played Maria was almost as good as Julie Andrews.  Thoroughly enjoyed the show. :)

Come with me?

Look out over the ocean, where the tall ships go
Far away from the smoke and the noise
Listen to the sea
We could rest our tired hearts
Won't you come with me?

The Crown

"i'm not pretty"

One of the saddest sights is that of a pretty little girl trying to make herself "beautiful".  Not just the girlish love for beauty, but the feeling that she isn't good enough and trying her hardest to "fix" it. Wearing makeup at 7 years old and dressing like she is a rather tacky teen...  Why?  What have we done as a society to little girls?  They are trying to look like that hot model on the front of the magazine, and failing.  They feel like they aren't good enough when really, that woman has been photoshopped to "perfection".  Children are no longer free to be children.  And it makes me sad to see it.  

Secret treasures...

The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.

But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish,
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly backa faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh ! when the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie !

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress  
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven,
Seeking a life and world to come.

Charlotte Brontë 

Lines

My life this month

Red

live

He was going to live forever, or die in the attempt. 

Joseph Heller

The Door...

"So I say to you, Ask and it will be given to you; search, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened for you." 
Luke 11:9

Baby Bertie

Meet Bertie.  My new baby.