cherishing...

... the fleeting moments of happiness;

~ my husband smiling at me

when he sees me carrying my jar of little daisies around the flat (it is indeed a jar with a crochet cover!)
~ a last glimpse of my crochet bag and my flowers on the coffee table just before closing the door behind me in the morning

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Have a lovely day!

xxx

raindrops...

over our three-day weekend...

lots of showers...

lots of housework at my dad's...

lots of ~wet flowers~ photographs...

Enjoy your week!

xxx

~ surprise ~ mail

from Christina...

I was expecting a note

and she sent me a gorgeous photo together with other goodies.

I love her photography and I love tulips.

The sight of the parcel alone made me skippey-happy!

Can you imagine how I felt when I saw the contents?

'swoon' as Christina would say!

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from Jane...

Jane had told me she would sent me a thank you letter
because she'd won my giveaway.
It turned out, I was the lucky one.
Look what she's made for me!
It's all handmade!
Do enlarge these pictures to see all the details:
stamps, buttons, snippets of maps;
and all the flowery fabrics!
But that's not all!
There were surprises in all the little pockets!


My favourite one is the little sachet with a photo of a rose I had posted here on one side and one of her roses on the other, printed on ... fabric!
I love it all!

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I'm touched and overwhelmed by your generosity ladies.
I feel I can't thank you enough.
Blogging is one thing that I enjoy but real mail that I can touch and carry around with me is happiness smiling at me!

xxx

blooming

We had a lovely, quiet weekend at home,

with lots of snuggling;

pure delight!

~~~~~

Have a great week,

with lots of spring colour!

xxx

rainy weather = coffee + crochet weather

right now...

Can you guess what I'm making?

~~~~~

Have a lovely weekend!

xxx

this morning...

... I woke up at 5:45;

half an hour later I made myself a little cup of Greek coffee

and this is what I got when I poured it into the cup:

at that time, I chose to see a heart there;

after a tiring day at work,

I'm not sure anymore.

I think it looks more like a spooky creature!

~~~~~

...talking about change of perspective!

really?

a couple of posts below, right here,

Courtney left me this comment:

Beautiful, Yiota! Your words are so amazingly poetic and soothing.

I was speechless when I read it. English is not my mother tongue, not even a second language (we don't have one here). It's a foreign language. I learnt my first English words at school when I was twelve. You know, things like "Hello! How are you?", the verb 'to be' and so on.

I loved this new language from day one though and got straight As at school. Teaching it became my profession when I realised my uni degree as a kindergarten teacher wouldn't bring food on the table. At 32 I decided to get a university degree in English Language and Literature, since by that time I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to do. I got my degree four years ago and got a job in state primary schools. Of course, without much exposure to the language, I started forgetting all the beautiful words I'd learnt - just as I feared I would. I'm still struggling with vocabulary more often than I'd wish.

So, can you imagine my surprise and at the same time joy and excitement that this simple comment gave me? I can't even write 'poetic' words in Greek!

Thank you dear Courtney and everyone else who likes what I write. Your comments mean a lot to me.

xxx

Cassie, this one's for you ...(and everyone else who's interested!)

(photography by Frederic Vasseur)

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I got a magazine on Saturday

as a treat for myself after some morning housework

and in it was a feature on the Greek island of Spetses.

I spent several minutes on this page

(the one in the photo),

picturing myself there,

doing nothing more than just being.

*sigh*

Care to join me?

When we're done 'just being',

we can talk about books, music, photography

and the beauty all around.

xxx

Mother's Day

~ hope your special day

is filled with

priceless hugs and kisses ~

silence

The pause - that impressive silence, that eloquent silence, that geometrically progressive silence which often achieves a desired effect where no combination of words, howsoever felicitous, could accomplish it.
- Mark Twain
~~~~~

I took this picture last Thursday,

just after I woke up to get ready for work.

My boys were still asleep and I stood there,

taking the moment in.

Isn't the colour of the sky divine?

Now, it's after 11:00 p.m.

and our place is silent again.

Precious silence.

I'm content; I'm grateful.

xxx

May

~ playing with Picasa ~

The rose is from my dad's garden and it smells divine!

~~~~~

Happy May!

xxx