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

Jessie Willcox Smith moments.....

We are in the midst of a heat wave and I am not a fan of summer at the best of times other than moments spent in my beloved garden. I am unable to go outside at all due to my physical limitations when it is extremely hot. This wonderful illustration sums up how I am feeling this week...

I am doing some stitching but forget quilting at the moment. I also have been reading to pass the time while enjoying an artificial breeze....i.e. a fan. *grins* Books can be such a joy at times like these!

"Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability."  

~Sam Keen

Heidi

Note to Vicki: I am unable to email you to "chat" as I do not have an email address for you. I did want to tell you that I do have Anne Lindburgh's Gift From the Sea. It is a great book to pick up and read in from time to time.

Note to Jenny: Good to see you here again!

Jessie Willcox Smith moments...

This week has been about books...

...as we have been busy transforming a room in our house into a library. It has always been a dream of mine to have a library and since Jos does not like using his office room upstairs, it seemed the obvious choice. Funny thing is that now I have it half put together, he thinks he really like this room. I was planning on replacing his large table for a small antique one and putting a comfy chair in there with a light to read. Now I might have to rethink it all since he thinks he wants to keep his big desk (table) and use it as his office after all. 

And they say women are fickle...  *wink*

"If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need."

- Marcus Tullius Cicero

Have a great weekend!

Heidi

Note: I will post photos of the library once it is finished...

Jessie Willcox Smith moments...

Each week, I am going to do a Jessie Willcox Smith moment. It will be one of her beautiful and tender illustrations that reflect something around me that week. I find her work so sweet and reflections of the innocence of childhood days gone by. It reminds us to be in touch with that child we once were.....

This weekend I will be out watering the garden.....

“The Secret Garden was what Mary called it when she was thinking of it. She liked the name, and she liked still more the feeling that when its beautiful old walls shut her in no one knew where she was. It seemed almost like being shut out of the world in some fairy place. The few books she had read and liked had been fairy-story books, and she had read of secret gardens in some of the stories. Sometimes people went to sleep in them for a hundred years, which she had thought must be rather stupid. She had no intention of going to sleep, and, in fact, she was becoming wider awake every day which passed at Misselthwaite.” 

― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

Heidi