Till a’the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’life shall run.
~~Robert Burns~~
Till a’the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’the sun!
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’life shall run.
~~Robert Burns~~
I love to be clasped by you so close and tight,
To feel your warmth,
And to smell your scent……….
Where you come like the spring,
To drive away the wintry weather.
Your vividness to let me forget the world has been so dark………
I see your face there upon looking on a wild flower,
Your beauty seems like illusion,
Once I try to hold, it will float into the depth of forest………
You pass by in silence,
Left the fresh air as in the morning of spring………
I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you.
Let me come to be still in your silence.
~~Pablo Neruda~~
蔓越莓醬 | 敘述 | 哪裡買? |
材料 | 1. 新鮮蔓越莓一袋 | 惠康 |
2. 肉桂粉 少許 | ||
3. 丁香粉 少許 | ||
4. 白砂糖 與水的比例為 1 : 1.5 | ||
作法 | 1. 新鮮蔓越莓用水洗淨後,瀝乾。 | |
2. 將蔓越莓放入小鍋中,加水至剛好蓋滿蔓越莓即可。並加糖,糖與水的比例為 1: 1.5。 | ||
3. 用中火邊煮邊攪動鍋中的蔓越莓,水滾後轉小火,加入肉桂粉及丁香粉少許,續煮10分鐘直至蔓越莓軟爛呈現果醬狀即可。 | ||
Cranberry sauce can be as the garnish for baked chicken, or spread on the bread. |
Last night, you jumped into my dream incidentally,
For many years, I have not thought of you anymore,
I thought--- I have forgotten you……..
Yet… as your coming, my serenity is stirred again…………..
I feel your beauty, dark night,
Like that of the loved woman when she has put out the lamp.
~~Rabindranath Tagore~~
It was made in 2008, there were total 28 flower motifs combined within one bag.
It was made in 2007, the yarn is mohair. Crochet pattern was adopted the square
crocheting method.
It was the first bag I made in 2006, and it also was the first crochet works of mine.
It is gray sky today, no rain, but is windy……what kind of thing will be good for such air?
Humm……To read novel is a not bad idea, ok, do it. Starting for the library now………..
Exciting feel is full of heart, reading novels always bring me into another different world,
traveling with writer’s pen to experience those time and space which I have never been.
Maybe in Victoria time, or in somewhere of Japan, or in some unknown place……….
I expect to meet someone who is charming in the book, no matter who is man or woman.
That will be a cheerful thing under the gray sky…………
10/05/2009 is a date which deserve to be remembered, I was diagnosed
Sjogren’s Syndrome by Far Eastern Memorial Hospital. Sjogren’s Syndrome
is an autoimmune disorder in which immune cells attack and destroy the
exocrine glands that produce tears and saliva. It is not surprised to me for
got this disease since mother also have such illness for many years, however,
I still feel a little bit upset………sigh……..finally I cannot escape from the
destiny as mother……
Currently, there is neither a known cure for Sjogren's syndrome nor a specific
treatment to permanently restore gland secretion, it is a bad news, but the good
thing is that the patients with SS will not die in short time, for example, my
mother has lived with this disease more than 5 years up to now, and can go
anywhere she want without any problems.
After struggling for three days, I do not want to be in a bad mood all the time,
after all, upset is nothing help to my illness, so “Don’t worry, Be happy”,
at least, my current symptoms is very mild and still can have a quality life.
Cheer up!!! “Laughter is the best therapy”.
I love you with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life--
And, if God choose,
I shall but love you better after death.
~~Elizabeth Barrett Browning~~
Love’s not Time’s fool,
Though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
~~William Shakespeare~~
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white
Clean and bright
You look so happy to meet me
Blossom of snow
May you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever
This song has been sung for over 40 years, however, it is still very beautiful…………
I should drift, I should blow,
To my love,
Like snowflake,
To die on his lips that are warm.
These floral art are arranged by friend---Mr. Chevy Liu, Chevy is learning
the floral art of Inkenobo, these works are his practice for the first grade of
teacher certificate.
The tranquil spirit are diffused through its elegant aspect, such atmosphere
is needed, especially for cooling down a turmoil heart during the hot season..............
You walked through the shadow of the champa tree
to the little court where you say your prayers,
You would notice the scent of the flower,
But not know that it came from me.......
~~Rabindranath Tagore~~
This book (written by Avery Gilbert) let me know many things regarding
sense of smelling, which is a fantastic journey I have never been. It reminds
me to pay more attention on the odors. Have you smelled the scent of rain?
I do. It is hard to describe, something like a mixture of humidity, dust, and
grass, it always shows up in the meantime of rain oncoming. The scent owns
the power to evoke memories to change our moods and influence our behavior,
such as, I feel relaxed and delighted upon the coffee aroma spreading in the air;
the scene of summer night in childhood suddenly flash upon smelling the scent
of tuberose; smelling the firecracker burned always triggers the happy memories
about Chinese New Year.
Loving the scent of flower, flowers talk to world in scent instead of language,
she always whispers in silent, to spread her voice by wind. However, the
scent of flower is easy to dissipate, so people make the perfume to try to
keep it for more time. A little bit perfume put on body is great, but a lot of
perfume will be a disaster. In addition to the scent of flower, I love the
aroma of food----fry garlic, stew meatball in red wine sauce, roast fish
with rosemary, mature passionfruit……..How wonderful they are!
I think that will be less fun if people cannot smell anymore.
Grape Vine crawls on the gray grounds,
Sucking…… breathing………waiting……..
To grow up…….to fruit………
Only to praise for the great Dionysus.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops-at all
~~Emily Dickinson