Candy canes are one of the things I love most about Christmas ** I've taken this photograph this morning, because the light is absolutely perfect!
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Candy canes are one of the things I love most about Christmas ** I've taken this photograph this morning, because the light is absolutely perfect!
Have yourself a minion little christmas!
Both of them are handmade by me in clay and will become rings :) Hope you like them and if you want to see more of my works or buy one of them, you can find me here.
One of my latest etsy treasuries, hope you like it :)
Good Morning!!! :) Tea is one of my passions. I love english breakfast tea, black tea, green tea.. and, most of all, I love MUGS!!! I have lots of them, and this one in the photo is the last I've bought. It's a tea-for-one pot that I've bought in London and I love it!!!!
SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that 's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! [Byron]
Probably the best 'ode' to the beauty I've ever read
Il mondo è davvero pieno di pericoli, e vi sono molti posti oscuri; ma si trovano ancora delle cose belle, e nonostante che l'amore sia ovunque mescolato al dolore, esso cresce forse più forte.
my homemade strudel :) It tastes delicious, I have to admit it
when you eat you're not just feeding your stomach, but also your soul. Food is the fuel for your mind, for happiness.
"Vorrei poter mettere lo spirito del Natale all'interno di un barattolo e poterlo tirare fuori mese per mese, poco alla volta.."
[Harlan Miller]
E quella maggioranza che vede nel Natale una sciocchezza e nel presepe una commedia infantile, non si rende conto di quale enorme difesa di fronte alla stanchezza della vita, alle abitudini, ai tedi, alle fatiche, essa privi il bambino, e col bambino l'uomo, quando reprima e lanci l'interdetto a quello spirito di stupore.
“Non è tanto per la sua bellezza che una foresta resta impressa nei cuori degli uomini, quanto per quel sottile qualcosa, quella qualità dell’aria che emana dai vecchi alberi, che così meravigliosamente cambia e rinnova uno spirito stanco.”
[R. L. Stevenson]
"Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? And what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears: Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?" [William Blake]