Mosaik Bilder

 

Das Glück ist ein Mosaikbild, das aus lauter unscheinbaren
 kleinen Freuden zusammengesetzt ist.

Daniel Spitzer, 1835 - 1893

Ich konnte es einfach nicht lassen, den Terrassentisch in einen kleinen Vorgeschmack auf den Frühling zu verwandeln, zumal überall im Garten bereits die Spitzen der Frühlingsblumen aus der Erde schauen. So habe mich mir drei kleine Töpfchen gekauft und in die Winterschale gepflanzt. Die eisigkalten Nächte scheinen den blühenden Schätzchen nichts auszumachen. Einen interessanten Himmel mit Blau-Rosa Einteilung gab es dann noch gratis dazu. 

Skywatch Friday - Image-in-Ing - My Corner of the World - Himmelsblick - AWWW- Monday 

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A dreamer

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A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight,

and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

Oscar Wilde

Winzig sind sie, die ersten Anzeichen des nahenden Frühlings und doch fallen die frischen Farbkleckse im braunen Vorjahreslaub deutlich ins Auge. Wie ich diese Jahreszeit liebe, sie ist ein Symbol der Hoffnung und Erneuerung. Und wenn am Himmel die ersten Kraniche, Wildgänse und Schwäne zurückkehren stehe ich immer da und lausche mit unbändiger Freude im Herzen. 

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They are tiny, the first signs of the approaching spring but yet the fresh splashes of color in the brown leaves of the previous year are clearly eye-catching. How I love this time of year, it is a symbol of hope and renewal. And when the first cranes, wild geese, and swans return in the sky, I always stand there and listen with unbridled joy in my heart.

Our World Tuesday (I'm heartbroken saying Thousand Thanks and Goodbye to our gentle host Fiona = Lady Fi for the long time of kind visits and comments since 2016) -

Image-in-Ing - Floral Friday - My Corner of the World - Skywatch Friday

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Welcome February

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Come Winter, merry Winter,

  Rejoice while yet you may,

For nearer, ever nearer,

  Fair Summer draws each day,

And soon the tiny snowdrops

  Shall waken from their sleep,

And, mossy banks from under,

  The modest violets peep.

Arthur Weir, 18837 - 1887

Floral Friday - My Sunday Photo 

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delighted surprise

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"The shortest day has passed, and whatever nastiness of weather we may look forward to in January and February, at least we notice that the days are getting longer.  Minute by minute they lengthen out.  It takes some weeks before we become aware of the change.  It is imperceptible even as the growth of a child, as you watch it day by day, until the moment comes when with a start of delighted surprise we realize that we can stay out of doors in a
twilight lasting for another quarter of a precious hour."

- Vita Sackville-West

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Welcome February

February, bitter February,

Month of hope withheld and promise vain,

Drenching, under fickle smiles, the unwary

Earth with devastating rain.

Ere the limes with ruddy spear-points glimmer,

Ere the greenness leap from bush to bush,

While the starveling grass grows dim and dimmer,

And the folded snowdrops push;

Ah! be gracious, tenderly relenting,

Take not back thy gifts with churlish hand;

Let the breath of thy serene consenting

Falter through the weary land.

Rather thunder on in bleak resistance,

Swift to spoil and rigorous to deny,

Than as thus to veil the sullen distance

With thy bleared and tear-stained sky.

Arthur Christopher Benson

Floral Friday - Image-in-Ing

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