Balkonien im Umbruch, weiß wird es...

...vor ein paar Tagen bei Tantchen H. auf Balkonien,

Mein Tantchen war in den letzten Tagen, sehr fleissig am weisseln!

*gg*
Die Farbe weiß ist immer noch ansteckend;))

Sie hat wirklich den grünen Daumen,

was ich von mir so gar nicht behaupten kann:(((

wenn ihrer fertig ist, kann Sie sich gerne bei mir austoben kommen:))

Denn das einzige grün was ich derzeit hab,

ist Unkraut

*LOL*

Tschüsschen und bis bald ;)

        

A CORNER ALWAY'S IN CHANGE

Hello friends,

 this corner is alway's in change;)

Ballerina Feet

The nicest, subtle things-
The tiny flutter of
Just the Right Cold
flipping up
and down
The slide of your neck;
The little pink, socked feet-
Pointed, like a
miniature ballerina's,
Tip-tapping their heels
Against the bottom of the bleachers;
The slight but overwhelming feeling
That I'd like to
Put you in my pocket
And never stop smiling,
Knowing that flutter
Is always right there
Beneath this hard, metal surface.

JAE JAE

Wishing you a wonderful week,

My White Vintage Book Covers

I wrap my books in a lot of lace, pearls...
so much love goes to my Book Cover Creator on DaWanda;)

by the way,
my book of the year 2012
is from Mathias Malzieu,
the lead singer of the french band DIONYSOS...

...A fairy tale for adults - about L O V E
The boy with the Cuckoo-Clock Heart.

Cheerio!

Clumsy die Couchpotato

*grummel*

war für ein Karfreitag:((((

so düster & finster:(
Selbst

Herr VON UND ZU Hundi Clumsy wollt nicht gelüftet werden
und

das war sein Tag,

für euch:

Leider (oder Gott-sei-Dank)

ohne Geschnarche;)

&
psssssssssssttttttttt...

er hatte auch etwas Schweissfüsschens...
die *schmunzel* etwas nach Popcorn dufteten;)
und ich darf morgen gleich wieder die Decken waschen...
na toll;)

happy day's

1st. FAIRY-POST OF THE MONTH

...from time to time a
lovely fairy-tale by the brother's grimm.

I'm starting with this one:

A riddling tale

Three women were changed into flowers which grew in the field, but one of them was allowed to be in her own home at night. Then once when day was drawing near, and she was forced to go back to her 

 companions in the field and become a flower again, she said to her husband: "If thou wilt come this afternoon and gather me, I shall be set free and henceforth stay with thee." And he did so. 

Now the question is, how did her husband know her, for the flowers were exactly alike, and without any difference?

Answer: "As she was at her home during the night and not in the field, no dew fell on her as it did on the others, and by this her husband knew her."

~  fin  ~