Wednesday, June 22, 2016

A Grumpy Rapunzel


My hair is pure gold,
my heart true and good;
it's a disgrace that I'm locked
in a tower, in the wood.

I'm stuck in this place,
just me and the plait;
if a prince is coming
he is late for our date.

I've tried being patient
but it's too much to bear -
it takes me two hours
just to wash all that hair!



Featured: a small sampler made
from scraps of felt sewed together and embroidered

Friday, June 10, 2016

A Five Star Review


Five reasons I'm giving Five Stars to:
The Darling Dahlias
by Susan Wittig Albert

1. For me this is cozy mystery at its best.
A series of books (6 so far) with an interesting setting,
not too much blood and gore,
a light tone and very decent writing.

2. The time and place - the story is set in the small town of
Darling, Alabama, in the early 1930s.
A group of ladies get together to form the Darling Garden Club
and if they happen upon a mystery - they are on it.

3. The protagonist - we gradually get to know all the ladies
of the club and some of the town's people, but
the protagonist and my favorite character is
Miss Elizabeth Lacey, club president.
Lizzy is a legal secretary by profession,
a gardener and a writer, and as nice as they come.
She is said to look a little like Loretta Young.

4. Beyond the mystery plot this is the story of a small town
struggling with the Depression of the early 1930s.
There are a lot of domestic details, which I always love,
and a lot about the way the ladies help each other and the town
through these difficult times.

5. The message of these books, to my mind, is that
friendship and community are the best weapons to have
in times of adversity (and always).


Featured: My little bear is going to the library in style
in this brilliant car made by my dad

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Mission Impossible



A little bear
set himself a mission -
he was going to climb
on top of a cushion.

The dolls said no,
it's too high at the top,
and asked quite nicely
whether he'd stop.

The bear was hurt
by their worry and doubt,
and decided it was time
to be out and about.

He laced his boots,
thought what to pack,
and finally decided
to take only a snack.

The dolls scowled
and began to scoff:
shoes on a cushion?
take them right off!

He started the climb
with his feet bare and cold,
but none of that mattered
he was feeling so bold.

At first it was fun,
he was going quite strong,
but two minutes later
it all went wrong.

His heart began racing,
his mouth was dry
and he was dizzy
from being so high.

He felt his feet go
and managed a frown
before starting to tumble
all the way down.

He fell on the sofa
so it wasn't rough,
and I'll say this for the dolls -
they tried not to laugh.


Featured: My nephew Ariel
climbing up a new crochet cushion.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

France Revisited

  

 


 

If, by chance,
you visit France
and want to have fun -
go south to the sun.

The blue sea will dazzle,
the pizza has basil,
a festival in Cannes,
and you can work on your tan.

A market, an old city,
the shops are so pretty,
the people are nice,
so - take my advice!


Thursday, May 12, 2016

The Naughty Sheep




Last night 
I couldn't get to sleep
and decided to try 
counting some sheep.

I got all the way up 
to number ten,
when one run off
and I had to start again.


Tomorrow and for the whole of next week
I will be in France.
I will miss you all.

Friday, April 29, 2016

A Morning Walk in Tel Aviv

 

10 reasons why it is sometimes nice
to be a tourist in your own country:

1. The natives all speak your language.

2. You have your car with you. And you know where to park it.

3. However well you know a place,
there is always something new to discover.

4. There is a chance you'll meet a friend along the way,
hopefully someone you've not seen for ages.

5. There is a chance you'll make a new friend.

6. No airport security, no plane delays, no jet-lag.

7. And you can buy anything you want!
No luggage limitations.

8. If you're not in an exploring mood
you sit yourself in a coffee shop and just stay there.
You can always come back.

9. Traffic jams on the way home?
Well, if you don't have your music with you, water and a snack
you really should have planned better.

10. At the end of the day you sleep in your own bed.


Friday, April 15, 2016

Be It Ever So Humble


A little snail
was feeling strange,
restless and bored
he needed some change.

He didn't at all
like the feel of gravel,
but still decided it was
time to travel.

He thought he'd go big
and travel abroad,
in short - he decided
to cross the road.

The countryside was deserted
night began to fall,
and the snail started crossing
at a leisurely stroll.

He enjoyed the quiet,
and the cool evening air,
the scent of wild flowers
that hung everywhere.

All was going well
when suddenly, from afar,
he was sure that he heard
the sound of a car.

He'd dawdled too long
now it was morning,
and traffic appeared
without any warning.

Hurrying to cross
dodging an early commuter,
he was almost run over
by a guy on a scooter.

The snail finally crossed
and collapsed without breath,
thinking he'd avoided
a sad and painful death:

"I carry my home with me
and it sure is good luck,
cause one thing's for certain -
I'm not crossing back!"


Featured: Winter's last craft -
a crochet blanket modeled by a handsome assistant,
my nephew Tomer.