cran·ber·ry
1. A mat-forming, evergreen shrub (Vaccinium macrocarpum) of eastern North America, having pink flowers and tart, red, edible berries.
2. The berries of this plant, used in sauces, jellies, relishes, and beverages.
cot·tage
1. A small, single-storied house, especially in the country.
2. A small vacation house.
cran·ber·ry cot·tage
1. A tiny house in the woods in the north of Holland.
2. Peace, quiet, paradise.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Jessie Willcox Smith moments.....

Bed in Summer is the chosen Jessie Willcox Smith moment this week...


I am going to bed as I am not feeling up to par. I found this cute children's poem that made me smile and wish it was Saturday for me too (*grins*).....

Sick by Shel Silverstein

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more -- that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face look green?
My leg is cut -- my eyes are blue --
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke -- 
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back in wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pain each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out. 
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperatureis one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear. 
I have a hangnail, and my heart is -- what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is...Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

Heidi

13 comments:

  1. Funny poem! I like to say home so much, it suits me too.

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    1. You are I are very much homebodies and love to shout it from the mountain tops...lol. I thought that was the sweetest poem and you can hear little kids saying it all to their mothers. :-)

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    1. Thanks Barbara! A summer cold shared with my by a quilting friend along with FM egged on by Hashimoto's disease is not a good mix. Still not feeling well this morning but I am up and ready for a crochet day with a friend. That will take my mind off my aches and pains.

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  3. That was so cute! I love your Jessie Wilcox Smith posts!

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    1. Thanks and they are so much fun to come up with too. These illustrations are so adorable and I am having fun combining them with poems or events or book quotes.

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  4. That is very funny, although some of the aches and pains sound like my husband and I as we get older. I like to tease him when I ache, that HE is getting old.

    I do hope you are feeling better very soon Heidi.
    blessings, jill

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    1. Hi Jill! Nice to have you back! I tried your blog about two weeks ago but it said it was now private.

      Oh yes...I certainly think YOUR aches and pains are due to HIM getting older. We are staying forever young after all...aren't we??? :-)

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  5. I love Shel Silverstien! Hope you are feeling better.

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    1. I had never heard of him before I started looking for a poem to use. I just loved this even though I was the kind of kid that loved to go to school. Now if it was a note to get out of gym class then I would have used this...lol.

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  6. I hope that you are feeling better Heidi. Hugs!

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  7. Oh brother, only you could find this poem. Have fun
    shopping tomorrow.
    Love you, Mom

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  8. Hi, Heidi; I've certainly enjoyed catching up tonight with your posts of late. Really loved to see your photos of Buren; thank you. I did catch your note to me, too; thank you ('Gift from the Sea'). Just wanted to comment about your neighbors and the privacy issue; you are not alone in how you view the sanctity of your "space." We need our privacy. There is nothing worse than going into your yard to be quiet and feeling like you are in a fishbowl with other people's noise or peeping. Last year, my husband got over-zealous with trimming privet (hedge) and wound up destroying it to where it had to be entirely removed, so that the yard was just open to the lady next door. In this case, she is very nice, but I felt so exposed because that area of our rear yard was my own Secret Garden. I'm just revealing this because I totally, totally understand what you and Jos were going through; it reminds me of another house I lived in where the lady did not like any kind of fencing, deliberately soaked the fence over days to where it collapsed; then, every day when I would go out for solace and serenity, as if she watched for me, here she'd be, wanting to go on and on about this and that about her life (which I did not care to hear) and she absolutely RUINED my private space because I could not go out there without her trailing me. This particular home I did not own and I literally (not really) was on my knees, begging the landlord to put in another fence. Thankfully, she did and my peace was somewhat restored. The neighbor lady would still shout at me to peek over the fence to talk to her but I would ignore her because she couldn't see me. (First of all, I do not like being "summoned" by anybody!) I figured she was maybe lonely but sometimes you just can't be everything to everybody and need to be in your own peace and tranquility so that you can pick a tomato, sit on a rock, walk a little path, do some thinking and soak up a little sun. Okay, off my soapbox, but I am GLAD you put up that barrier fence; the neighbor can just deal with it!! I am acquainted with someone who is a police officer and he at one time gave his opinion to our City Council when they were contemplating very dense, lower-cost housing to be built, about how "tight" living like that, when people have no yards or balconies or patios, breeds discontent and irritability, often ending in crime because neighbors are on top of each other, hearing each other's every noise and movement, and how much more humane it is for all people if they can just have a little bit of private space, hopefully green space, to provide comfort, breathe some air and find some relaxation...and privacy!

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