Like Honey

Some days are just golden...pure honey...

You wake up normal enough, but as the day wears on,

lovely gifts appear and are delightful to the eye and to the heart.

These I Can Promise Author Unknown

I cannot promise you a life of sunshine;

I cannot promise riches, wealth, or gold;'

I cannot promise you an easy pathway

That leads away from change or growing old.

But I can promise all my heart's devotion;

A smile to chase away your tears of sorrow;

A love that's ever true and ever growing;

A hand to hold in yours through each tomorrow.

Marriage Advice

Jane Wells (1886)

Let your love be stronger than your hate and anger.

Learn the wisdom of compromise, for it is better to bend a little than to break.

Believe the best rather than the worst.

People have a way of living up or down to your opinion of them.

Remember that true friendship is the basis for any lasting relationship.

The person you choose to marry is deserving of the courtesies and kindnesses you bestow on your friends.

Please hand this down to your children and your children's children.

A Good Wedding Cake Author Unknown

4 lb. of love.

1 lb. butter of youth.

1/2 lb. of good looks.

l lb. sweet temper.

1 lb. of blindness for faults.

1 lb. of self forgetfulness.

l lb. of pounded wit.

l lb. of good humour.

2 tablespoons of sweet argument.

1 pint of rippling laughter.

1 wine glass of common sense.

1 oz. modesty.

Put the love, good looks and sweet temper into a well furnished house. Beat the butter of youth to a cream, and mix well together with the blindness of faults. Stir the pounded wit and good humour into the sweet argument, then add the rippling laughter and common sense. Work the whole together until everything is well mixed, and bake gently for ever.

Yes, it was a warm sunny honey dripped kind of day. Full of love and happiness.

And I even got the books that I won on ebay, print date 1904 volumes of poetry, I got them for arting around in my spare time (laugh, hearty laugh). But you should see the covers of these books... the picture just doesn't really do them justice. The bindings are rotted away, and the front and back covers are disconnected , but the pages are almost pure white still and printed on the nicest heavy weight paper. I'm very pleased, they will make something wonderful if I get that creative bug nibbling at my behind any time soon.

Well I hope your Valentines day was a honey as well, here's to love!



Happy Valentines Day

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

--William Butler Yeats

I saw this poem and it rang clear today. ...Well, almost resonated that is, I think I wanted to resonate with it. You see I am old and gray but life is so packed with moments that I am not exactly sleeping by the fire. I guess that's a good thing,

good news! I'm awake!! whoopee. and someday hope to nap by the fire.

I love this part,

"But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;"

wouldn't that be awesome...to be loved for your soul and to have somebody love you through your 'sorrows of changing face'.

Dear Willie Yeats, you really captured the heart of the matter for that dear person sleeping by the fire. I hope she had many happy moments together with the man who saw the pilgrim soul in her before

"Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars."