Monday cuteness..

My friend made this teaser for Brooklyn's Song...

 Thanks so much, LaToya. I love it.

Tender love..

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”

Throwback Thursday...

I adore this video, I think it totally captures the vibe of the book.❤

Writing break music

"It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money, but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live"...

Writing break music..

"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
And the dreams that you dream of, once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dream of, dreams really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to
Why, oh why can't I?

Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up"…

My wish for you..

Blast from the past..

 I adore this book.

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“Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.'

'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit.

'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.'

'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?'

'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.”
― Margery Williams Bianco, The Velveteen Rabbit

Writing break music..

 

"Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that dream somewhere out there

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishin' on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky."

Maya Angelou...

Wordless Wednesday..

Romantic read.

5 years

If you're looking for a lovely romantic read.... check out  The Bridges Of Madison County.   I read it  about  five years ago. I love to visit Vermont in the summer and travel over their beautiful, historic covered-bridges. 

Monday motivation...