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This is my other cat Lilt, as in the drink. She has been a bit of a recluse lately staying in the shed at night and generally outside the rest of the time. Suddenly she and her sister Sprite started sleeping in the house again at night, now the evenings are getting colder. Problem is she has started sleeping in my chair when she is in.
Childhood.
Measured by out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace,
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Fern hill - Dylan Thomas
Lilt. Aspartame, acesulfame potassium, pineapple juice and grapefruit juice. I'm breaking my normal "no diet sodas" rule with this one, since it still has about 65 calories from the fruit juices. Very little pineapple flavor, and overall, it reminds me mostly of Canfield's 50/50 (not a bad thing). All of the fruit juice really helps mask the ace-k and aspartame, though, and as low-calorie sodas go, it's excellent. B+
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When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
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Little Miss HOLLISTER ... steals MY heart away ... EVERY TIME ...
She is the 2nd Blythe I ever adopted ... an ADG Pleasant Peasant ... Some call her "Holly Ester" ... and Anyone who really KNOWS me ... knows that she is my favorite :)
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Some of our BFA Models are rummaging around our wardrobes and closets today ... to see what FUN we can have ... by the WEARING OF THE GREEN ... and having some fun little photo shoots ... in "The Theme of Green" ...
:)
xo
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Wishing you ALL a Happy ST. PATRICK'S DAY !!
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