Ode To A Cow Quilt

 There was one more 

Cow Quilt 

from the 

Bovines of the White Moo-o-o-o-tains Exhibit

I wanted to share.

Ode To A Cow

by Gail Komasa

 comes printed with a poem

from 

Old Farmer's Almanac 1936

The words cheered me up 

and made me smile.

I hope they do the same for you :)

 ODE TO A COW

When life seems one too many for you

Go look at a cow

When the future's black and the Outlook blue

Go look at a cow

For she does nothing but eat her food,

And sleep in the meadow entirely nude,

Refusing to fret or worry or brood

Because she doesn't know how.

Whenever you're feeling bothered or sore

Go and look at a cow

When everything else is a fearful bore,

Go and look at a cow

Observe the gentle and placid air

Her nonchalance and savoir faire,

Her absolute freedom from every care,

Her imperturbable brow.

So when you're at the end of your wits,

Go look at a cow

Or when your nerves are frayed to bits,

And wrinkles furrow your brow;

She'll merely moo her gentle way,

Switching her udder as if to say:

"Bother tomorrow! Let's live today!

Take the advice of a cow."

He Lives!

 Happy Easter!

Today is the day 

out all the other 364 days of the year

for which I am 

most grateful!

 The Resurrection

by Carl Heinrich Bloch

He lives, my kind, wise heav'nly Friend.

He lives and loves me to the end.

He lives, and while he lives, I'll sing.

He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

He lives and grants me daily breath.

He lives, and I shall conquer death.

He lives my mansion to prepare.

He lives to bring me safely there.

(*Song: I Know That my Redeemer Lives)

Happy 235th Birthday America!

The year was 1776 when representatives from 13 colonies met together in Philadelphia to sign the final copy of the Declaration of Independence.
The Revolutionary War waged for almost a decade (1775-1783) resulting in American victory and independence from Britain.
We often think of the 4th of July as a day off from work, a time for family BBQ's and fireworks.
But let us remember, and teach our children, the great price that was paid, and continues to be paid to live in the Land of the FREE

Off with your hat, as the flag goes by!
And let the heart have its say;
you're man enough for a tear in your eye
that you will not wipe away.
(Henry Cuyler Bunner)

Mr. Owl

Mr. Owl
I saw an owl up in a tree

I looked at him and he looked at me.

I couldn't tell you about his size
For all I saw were two big eyes.

Vintage Owl Embroidery

I really enjoyed stitching this one, and using a variety of colors to create the owl.

Free pattern offered by PatternBee

Oh, Deer

The deer runs fast
With nimble feet

By lucky chance
You may just meet!

Sweet deer, do pause
Beneath the tree-

Won't you please
Make friends with me?
(The Fleeting Deer by Swapna Dutta)
*Vintage Deer Embroidery. One more block finished towards the baby quilt I am making.

Thanksgiving Prayer

For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)

The Spider and The Fly

The Spider and the Fly
by Mary Howitt
Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to show when you are there."
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"

Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"

Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, " Dear friend what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I 've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind Sir, that cannot be,
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

"Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you 're pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly.

Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple -- there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue --
Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.

He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlour -- but she ne'er came out again!

And now dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counselor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.

*From my Halloween Spooktacular Swap Quilt 2009

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!