Dont Tell Me The Skys The Limit, When There Are Footprints On The Moon-Paul Brandt. More Unfiltered Elegancepositively

Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit, when there are footprints on the moon…-Paul Brandt. More unfiltered elegance…positively painterly…..may you reach for the moon & may you leave your footprints there for the rest of us to walk in, and then, make our own…..Bon Mercredi, Mes amis!

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. Lao Tzu Feeling loved today……hope you are too….Bon Dimanche, mes amis!

Sitting at a stoplight this morning, marveling at the exact, perfect, placement of the clouds, backlit with the light & subtle washes of dawn colour….more unfiltered elegance, His artistry, on display for us to notice….just look up…..Joyeux Vendredi, mes amis!

Tea & sympathy & hope…..always hope…..Bon Lundi, mes amis!

When companies with more money than sense build a movie theater, we get this….a wee bit over the top, but it was cheap movie Tuesday, & I went to see a movie ALL. BY. MYSELF. I literally haven’t done that since, well, a reeeeaaaaallllly long time, years. So, FUN! Highly recommended, I may have to make this a semi regular occurrence:-) ……Bon Mardi, mes amis!

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed–and gazed–but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. William Wordsworth, I Wander’d Lonely as a Cloud. I’m completely enchanted with the bouquet on my table…..spring & cheer & new, abundant life…….Well said, Wordsworth, well said……Bon Dimanche, mes amis!