Goodnight. Sweet Dreams

As I slumber I dream
of all that I did -
the bones that I chewed,
the shoes that I hid.

The birds that I chased,
the cats I would fight.
Who has the time
to bark in the night?

♡

Featured: a little dog
with big dreams.

The Sky is Blue

Where the grass is green

and the flowers are shy,

you can lie on your blanket

and look at the sky.

Yes, let's go on a picnic,
it will be so much fun,
with mosquitoes and bees
and the burning sun.

♡

Featured: my new picnic blanket,

two adorable nephews

and cake. You have to have cake.

France Revisited

Yellow said to Brown:

inside you are a clown.

Brown said to yellow:

You're a cheery kind of fellow.

♡

Featured: I wanted to share

a few more photos of my

trip to the French Alps.

The Bunny and the Cheese

I once knew this bunny

happy and small,

but he didn't like carrots

and I mean - not at all!

So what did he like?

OK, I won't tease,

this little bunny

only ate cheese.

His mom didn't like

the smell in the house

and said: "really, my son,

you're not a mouse!"

The bunny said: "Mama,

relax, if you please,

let us not fight

over some cheese.

If you don't like my Swiss

because of the smell,

I'll switch to Cheddar,

it is orange as well."

♡

My niece Dana is once again
an ambassador for Sew a Softie,
teaching the art of sewing to 
a new generation of cute crafters.

Vive la France!

The beautiful lakes and meadows,

the Alps with their majestic height;

the people, the pastries, the flowers,

France - you've been a delight!

♡

A Happy Day

Don't you think

it would be cool

if mom and dad let me

drive to school?

I'd be ready on time,

sometimes even early,

cause I want to go

with my bestie Shirley.

I'll drive the car

Shirley will play,

and I'm almost certain

we can find the way.

Kids will admire us

as they ride on their bike,

and we'll sing along

with the songs that we like.

There is only one problem
that worries me still -

I'm a bit small yet

and can't reach the wheel.

♡

Wishing you all
a happy, cake-filled day.

A Snail's Pace

A little snail
was feeling strange,
restless and bored
he needed a change.

He didn't at all
like the feel of gravel,
but still decided 
it was time to travel.

He thought he'd go big
and travel abroad,
in short - he decided
to cross the road.

The road was deserted
night about to fall,
the snail started crossing
at a leisurely stroll.

He enjoyed the quiet,
and the cool evening air,
the scent of wild flowers
that hung everywhere.

All was well
when suddenly, from afar,
he was sure that he heard
the sound of a car.

He'd dawdled too long
now it was morning,
and traffic appeared
without any warning.

Hurrying to cross
dodging an early commuter,
he was almost run over
by a guy on a scooter.

The snail finally crossed
and collapsed without breath,
thinking he'd avoided
a sad, painful death:

"I carry my home with me
and it sure is good luck,
cause one thing's for certain -
I'm not crossing back!"

♡

Featured: at a snail's pace

I've finished the last scarf of winter.