Thank You for Madrid I was blessed to dance in. It was incredibly happy experience of the hugging and rhythm by handsome Macho Madrid.
I suppose that the word “macho” in the modern environment sometimes has the negative connotation, means for example “a man who is aggressively proud of his masculinity”. As for me it is associated with “a man’s responsibility to provide for, protect, and defend his woman and family”.
I love Madrid. He inspires in every steps dancing with him.
Thank You for the butter I am generously spreading on my bread. I have a breakfast.
The piece of bread is of course gluten free. And butter… oh, I know about cholesterol which is potentially bad for my health. But I love butter. It smells fantastically and it looks as divine honey. What’s the pleasure and the gift I have at this morning!
Inspiring by butter and cream in my coffee I enjoy creating my opera “Mademoiselle Butterfat”.
My dear friend, her name is Ollie Joy, is a beautiful and gentle cow.
Ollie was named by her famous grandmother –Elm Farm Ollie,
Grandmother adventures are around the airplane flight
She took on Feb. 18, 1930, to the International Aircraft Exposition at St. Louis.
Because she was such an unusually productive dairy cow —
And required three daily milkings —
She was put to work in-flight.
As the story goes, she ate her usual feed and produced 24 quarts of milk!
She inspired to create lyric opera, “Madame “Butterfat”.
It tells the tale of one Farmer Brown, whose farm was about to go under.
A couple of salesmen offered him money for Elm Farm Ollie
So that they could fly her in a plane and milk her.
Farmer Brown loved the cow but had no choice; he sold her.
The men planned to sell the milk with big price and have a lot of money,
but Ollie said that if the men didn’t give the milk to the needy,
“I’ll make the biggest cow pie that you have ever seen
So follow well my orders or I will be obscene.”
Sensibly, they complied.
Ha-ha-ha! What’s the girl!
Two girls are talking on the bench.
I love the story of her grandmother –
“Sing we praises of that moo cow,
Airborne once and ever more,
Kindness, courage, butter, cream cheese,
These fine things we can’t ignore.”
We are singing “Bovine Cantata in B flat,”
Please enjoy the opera and love your breakfast creating your own masterpiece, singing and laughing about everything you see! As I love my “Mademoiselle Butterfat”.
Thank You for Halloween. Tonight we are going to have a great Legonight!
I invite you in Denmark. Billund is the city where Lego was born and Legoland is fantastic there.
The Haunted House is welcoming you, “Through the open doors
The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,
With feet that make no sound upon the floors…”
Boo!
And handsome vampire is smiling, inviting to
“The spirit-world around this world of sense
Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere
Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense
A vital breath of more ethereal air…”
Boo!
Boo!
“So from the world of spirits there descends
A bridge of light, connecting it with this,
O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,
Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.”
The poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“Halloween rituals turn horror into play, death into levity, gore into laughter,” says UC Berkeley psychologist Dacher Keltner.
Off with your head, Dance till you are dead, Heads will roll – ha, ha, ha!
So thank you for our Spooky Legonight! Your laughing is really inspiring!
We are celebrating the 1st of September, our first day in school!
We are happy today. My daughter with hand in my hand goes to the school. I know, my darling, home works are compulsory and sometimes its are difficult and boring. Teachers are different and perhaps you will meet misunderstanding. But I am with you and I help you to open numerous doors to knowledges. I learn with you.
With the Danish doors you see, for today I have discovered “The Chaos” written by Dutch writer, traveller, and teacher Gerard Nolst Trenité.
This is a classic English poem containing about 800 of the worst irregularities in English spelling and pronunciation!!!
Dearest creature in Creation,
Studying English pronunciation,
I will teach you in my verse
Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse.
I will keep you, Susy, busy,
Make your head with heat grow dizzy; Tear in eye, your dress you’ll tear;
So shall I!
Oh, hear my prayer.
Pray, console your loving poet,
Make my coat look new, dear, sew it!
Just compare heart, beard, and heard, Dies and diet, lord and word. Sword and sward, retain and Britain
(Mind the latter, how it’s written!) Made has not the sound of bade, Say-said, pay-paid, laid, but plaid.
Please enjoy and learn! We all are always have something to learn. Thank you for your smile and my hope that I open something new and fascinating for your mind!
Thank You for this morning. I am so happy to celebrate my first today’s hours with bird’s singing and happy writing.
This morning was going to be happy for inhabitants of Brest Fortress 73 years ago… Ordinary people, cooks, musicians, soldiers, doctors, civilians become suddenly, on this fateful morning, heroes, they want it or not, they like it or not.
On 22 June 1941, soon after 3am, the first German shells smashed into the Soviet frontier fortress of Brest – Hitler’s Operation Barbarossa had begun. Today is the first day of the Second World War on the territory of my country.
Persistent rumors that the Germans were cranking up preparations for a breakthrough on the border were considered as sabotage and eventually suppressed. The initial artillery fire took the absolutely unprepared fortress by surprise.
“- This fortress, fortress here, we keep the defense, – This fortress, fortress here, we keep the defense…”
The Germans had allowed twelve hours to secure the area, but it took them nine days! The Brest Fortress became the place where the invaders lost 5% of their East Front deadcount within the first week of war.
One of the dramatic pages of defence of the Brest fortress was an acute water shortage. The approaches to the water were fired – a lot of fighters and commanders died trying to obtain precious drops.
The walls of the red citadel keeps the last good bye from unnamed hero: “We’ll die but we’ll not leave the fortress”. “I’m dying but I won’t surrender. Farewell, Motherland. 20.VII.41.
The heroic defence of Brest is the legend of the Second World War on the Eastern Front. The film “Brestskaya Krepost” (“Fortress of War”) tells much more. Strongly recommended.
Thank You for this possibility to share with you something really important. We live and we have to remember the price for our today’s happy and peaceful morning.
Thank You for great joy of life. Happily laughing I will tell you a story about little Julian. Julian is a 2 y.o. boy from Brussels. He is famous and according wikipedia originally he looks like as on the photo you see below.
We were lucky to meet him in this costume. Julian is a great fashionista, his wardrobe counts more than 900 suits.
A son of Grand Madam
Went missing on the shopping street.
He was, of course, our naughty Julian.
Panic-stricken woman cried:
Help me, help me, please,
To find my little, little child!
City wide search began,
Every corner was by eye,
Mayor of the city had found
Our naughty Julian.
He peacefully smiled
Doing the thing
Nature dictates to all of us.
Grand Madam was happy
Gift of gratitude made.
The city had the fountain built.
It is, of course, our naughty Julian.
Thank you for your smile and sharing my today’s inspiration.
Thank You for the roads we choose and are chosen. Via Est Vita – Road is life.
We have just come back from our very big and wonderful journey. And I know really it is true the road is life. For 25 days we have covered 7214 km! We have been in 6 countries (Poland, Germany, Netherlands, Belgium, France, Luxembourg) and lived in 7 places.
“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say…”
J.R.R. Tolkien reflects my thoughts in a very accurate way by this poem. Beautiful words are warming my soul gently.
La Terre (The Earth) is rich, beautiful and generous. We all are gifted by her. You know my mind is dancing colourful cancan now but in this versicoloured mess I have found the main motive: we all are blessed by this possibility to live and see this beauty of life.
Roads are La Terre’s veins where blood of life circulates in.
The photos were taken in Versailles garden. We were there I will tell about this gorgeous place later. Travelling clarifies the beauty of life. I know now how I am blessed by this possibility to live, see and feel the beauty with my family.
In my today’s dream I was flying in the sky for the first time in my adult life, I am happy and smiling writing these words. Thank you for sharing the road which is my life.