The Sleepover

I was so excited!

My good friend Clover

was coming for a visit

with a proper sleepover.

My brother would be barred

(he is such a horrid beast!)

and certainly not invited 

to our secret midnight feast.

Mother made us sandwiches

with butter and some ham,

a drink of fresh lemonade

and scones with lovely jam.

We set up our small party,

everything just right,

and settled in to wait

for the clock to chime midnight.

But, oh dear! What happened?

Without any warning,

we both fell sound asleep

and slumbered till morning. 

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Featured: my father made

these darling beds for me.

Life is short, eat the cookie

Early one morning

as I opened my eyes

I thought I'd go out

to see the sun rise.

The world was still dark,

the air had a sting,

that lovely cool freshness

you'd expect from spring.

I didn't see a daffodil,

no tulips to be had,

nor crocuses or hyacinths

but I was not sad.

The humble little flowers,

the ones you hardly know,

were out blooming gaily

and put on quite a show.

Whole beds of color,

pink and yellow and white,

hugged every tree

and filled me with delight.

The time went by quickly

the sun began to shine,

I bid 'good day' to the flowers

and went to start mine.

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Featured: butter cookies decorated

with edible flowers from

my garden.

Once is Not Enough... Recycle!

Going out the door

is old man Winter,

muttering to himself

and feeling quite bitter:

"For all my hard work,

the quality weather I bring -

all I hear around me

is joy to welcome spring!

It makes me want to storm,

it makes me want to rain,

but after a long summer

see if they don't want me again!"

(©handmade by amalia)

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Featured: I'm a bit late with

this poem, spring is almost gone

as well. But it is wonderful while

it is here and I've been making

party favors with cottage cheese

containers.

The Friendship Bench

In our park

there is a friendship bench,

so chic and neat

you’d think it was French.

A sweet little doll

sat at its end,

she’s new in the area,

in need of a friend.

Along came another

doll wearing blue,

she passed by the bench

and sat down too.

They started talking

and after a while,

I’m sure that I saw

the new doll smile.

(©handmade by amalia)

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Featured: dolls made

from wine corks.

The little bench and

paper house were made by

my SIL Mirit.

Dawn and Dusk

 

Dawn and dusk

are both a delight,

they grace us softly

with their glowing light.

They chase the dark,

help the sun rise,

only to watch 

each day as it dies.

The very next day

they are at it again,

marking time and rhythm,

come shine or come rain.

Dawn and dusk,

both beautiful and sweet,

but also, a little lonely,

as they never ever meet.

(©handmade by amalia)

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Featured: Welcome to my

spring felt-embroidered garden

The Race

Two feisty turtles 

got into a fight,

and there was no telling

who was right.

To decide on the one

and also save face,

the two friends agreed

to have a race.

The first to the tree

would be the winner,

then off to the grass

for a spot of dinner.

So, who won this race

of grit and skill?

there is no winner,

they are at it still.

(©handmade by amalia)

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Featured: Two friends

enjoying the garden.

The Basket Case

 I put all my eggs in one basket

and went outside to play;

the basket fell down to the ground,

no omelette for me today.

(©handmade by amalia)

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Featured: A slow-stitched basket

made of fabric scraps.