THE SILVER BIRD

March 21, 2015 nellibell49 1 Comment

FOR POSTS OF THE SILVERBIRD FROM MARCH 2015 ONWARDS FOLLOW THIS LINK.

HAVING USED MY QUOTA OF FREE SPACE ON THE SILVERBIRD, I HAVE BEEN COMPELLED TO MOVE ON TO PART 2. FOLLOW THE LINKS ABOVE FOR POSTS FROM 21 MARCH ONWARDS. COME FLY WITH ME, MES AMIS.

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nellibell49 says:

March 21, 2015 at 7:38 pm

Reblogged this on LYNNE SANDERS-BRAITHWAITE.

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staying clean with wrinkles

“As I stood on the lonely backroad, I’m sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing …” ― Steven Herrick

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:
KOOKABURRA AT THE BEACHSHACK 2015 A Legend of the Great Flood In the dream-time, a terrible drought swept across the land. The leaves of the trees turned brown and fell from the branches, the flowers drooped their heads and died, and the green grass withered as though the…

There were happy days, with watermelon, and sad days of whiskey.”

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― Lewis Nordan HALL, TOM T. How old do you think I am he said I said well I didn’t know He said I turned sixty five about eleven months ago I was sittin’ in Miami pourin’ blended whiskey down When this old grey black gentleman was cleanin’…

Nanny Ogg appreciated fine wine in her very own way. It would never have occurred to Casanunda that anyone would top up white wine with port merely because she’d reached the end of the bottle.

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― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies “Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world.…

I cannot hear what you say for the thunder of what you are.

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:
African Proverb The folktale is as follows: the peacock and the crow decide to add colour to their feathers, and to paint each other’s. The crow spends a long time painting careful designs on the peacock, who becomes so proud of his feathers he wants to strut and…

Who will remember happiness? I can recall that they are dead. I know that heaven cracked one day, And only God knows what they said. Allen Tate

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:
“Cracks especially. You have to be careful of the cracks.. Sometimes they are disguised as something else. A doorway, or a smile or even a winking eye. And if you fall through them, you never know were you will end up.” ― Isobelle Carmody, Greylands

BUT I DO BELIEVE I AM NEARER TO AN ANSWER, GENTLE HANDS

AND I IMAGINE EVEN MORE OF THE ANSWER WILL BE IN THE GARDEN.

DON’T GO HUNTING IN URGENCY OUT THERE IN THE WORLD YOU DON’T CARE FOR.

LOOK IN THE GARDEN.

LISTEN TO THE CHILDREN.

ASK IZZY.

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