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.

My New Blanket

A little girl

was taking a break,

preparing to enjoy

a nice piece of cake.

A squirrel jumped on her

giving her a fright,

he was really hoping

to get a small bite.

A bird flying by

was horrified by this,

but the squirrel didn't care

and blew her a kiss.

The oak tree sighed:

"well, he is young",

and the naughty squirrel

stuck out his tongue.

Other animals arrived

drawn by the chatter,

 all wanting to know

what was the matter.

Some had an opinion, 

some had a laugh,

when the little girl

finally had enough:

"You are all lovely,

but for heaven's sake

let me have a moment

to enjoy my piece of cake"!

♡

Featured: I've pulled all my

unfinished crochet projects

into one big blanket.

A Time for Every Season

In a quiet garden, 

sitting on a tree,

a bird got to talking 

with a busy bee.

The bee wanted to know: 

tell me, my dear -

what is your favorite 

time of the year?

The bird thought deeply 

season by season,

wanting to impress

the bee with her reason.

She thought of the hope
and the promise of spring;

of the lazy heat

that summer will bring.

Of autumn's lovely colors,

all smokey and gold;

and the cruel beauty

of the harsh winter's cold.

She thought of happy singing
when summer is bright,

and finding a cozy shelter

for the winter's night.

And finally she said

let me answer, dear:

my favorite must always be

the time that is here.

♡

Featured: A nice day out.