COLOUR MY WORLD

Colour My World - Petula Clark

This song is an oldie, British singer Petula Clark recorded it in 1968; I know we are going back in time a fairly long way but I found myself humming it yesterday for no apparent reason, maybe I was just feeling happy and yellow, my favourite colour. The sound isn't perfect but I like the words and the Fall foliage in the video is very pretty, I hope you all enjoy it as well. :)

OUTSIDE THE BARN - Revisited

Image removed by request because of privacy issue.

Bésame Mucho

Bésame Mucho (Kiss Me Much) - Diana Krall

I have posted four examples of music that I really like, so I hope you will enjoy them also. I do apologise for some of the images in the last video, they are not entirely to my liking but as I cannot make my own version of the graphics I would like to accompany this song these will have to suffice. Thank you all for stopping by, both your presence and comments like you mean so much to me. :)

TURN ME ON

Turn Me On - Norah Jones

I just love this song...

COME AWAY WITH ME

I am posting this song for someone very special to me and who is close to my heart...So save the slow dance for me...

Come Away With Me - Norah Jones

SLAVE TO LOVE

Slave to Love - Bryan Ferry & Roxy Music

Sex, Lies and Videotape (Film Clip)
Andie MacDowell & James Spader

OUTSIDE THE BARN

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HOPE HAS A PLACE - ENYA

Eithne Ní Braonáin : ENYA

For Love Is All...

So unsure I stand before you
all vulnerable and exposed
I've longed to be this close to you
for so long you'll never know
As I look up to your face
I am mirrored in your eyes
Put your arms around me
hear the softness of my sighs.

My lips await the kiss from yours
I have waited for so long
Kiss them gently, softly, lovingly
for they are soft and full
Kiss more deeply and more slowly
taste the sweetness of my mouth
Please dont leave me wanting
its been my dream for so long.

Draw me close towards you
hold me closer still
Your skin touching mine
so close that we are one
I was made for your caress
surround me with your love
Hold me so closely
feel our hearts beat as one.

Touch me with softest hands
feel the warmth of my skin
I was made for you alone
I want to feel your love within
Whisper that you love me
they're the words I long to hear
I cannot let you go now
for at last you are so near.

So hold me ever closer
for to you I now belong
You have unlocked the love
within my heart
Please fill me with your love...

Poem by Dianne

PENELOPE'S SONG

Now that the time has come
Soon gone is the day
There upon some distant shore
You'll hear me say

Long as the day in the summer time
Deep as the wine dark sea
I'll keep your heart with mine
Till you come to me.

There like a bird I'd fly
High through the air
Reaching for the sun's full rays
Oh I'd find you there

And in the night when our dreams are still
Or when the wind falls free
I'll keep your heart with mine
Till you come to me.

Now that the time has come
Soon gone is the day
There upon some distant shore
You'll hear me say

Long as the day in the summer time
Deep as the wine dark sea
I'll keep your heart with mine
Till you come to me...

Music & Lyrics: Loreena McKennitt

ARRRR!

September 19, Talk Like A Pirate Day!

Most days are like all of the others,
Go to work, come back home, watch TV,
But, brother, if I had me druthers,
I'd chuck it and head out to sea.

For I dream of the skull and the crossbones,
I dream of the great day to come,
When I dump the mundane for the Old Spanish Main,
And trade me computer for rum! ARRR!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
When laptops are benches God gave us fer wenches,
And a sail ain't a low price ta pay!
When timbers are shivered and lilies are livered
And every last buckle is swashed,
We'll abandon our cars for a ship full of ARRRs
And pound back the grog till we're sloshed! Yo ho...

Don't pick up yer phone and say "Hello,
Our ten-o-clock meeting's delayed".
Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow,
"AVAST! ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!"

Ye can't keep this fun to yerself, I bet,
So sing 'Aye!' "ARRR!" "Ayy!" every man!
We ain't got much grasp of the alphabet,
But a damn good retirement plan!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin'
And bein' polite is passe!
When it's ev'ry mans duty to grab his proud beauty
And let out a hearty YO HO!
And if this offends you, hold y'r breath as we sends you
Ta Davey Jones' Locker ya go! Yo Ho...

We'll tell every banker "Heave to and weigh anchor!"
Buy latte with pieces of eight
We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun
The loser, o'course, is worst mate!

When we hoist Jolly Roger, the landlubbers dodge 'er,
We fill' em with loathing and fear,
We'll plunder and pillage each city and village
Or at least clean out Wal-Mart of beer!

There ain't no computin' or morning commutin',
No "Parking Lot Full" signs for me,
No lawns to be mowin' or bills to be owin',
I'm knowin' the pull of the sea.

The fresh salty brace of the wind on my face,
Through hurricane, sunshine or squalls,
I'm keepin' my eyes on the distant horizon,
Verizon can hold all my calls!

To wear a red coat full o'buckles,
To earn a few duelling scars,
Well at least we can get a few chuckles
By filling our office with ARRRs!

And maybe we'll never get closer,
Than watchin' em on the big screen,
So here's to old Errol and Depp as Jack Sparrow,
And every damn one in between!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho.
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day
That time in September when sea dogs remember
That grown-ups still know how ta play!
When wenches are curvy and dogs are all scurvy
And a soft-wear patch covers yer eye,
Ta hell with our jobs, for one day we're all swabs,
And buccaneers all till we die!

So hoist up the mainsils and shut down your brain cells,
They would only get in the way,
Avast there, me hearty, we're havin' a party,
It's "Talk...Like...A....Pirate" Day!

Lyrics courtesy of Tom Smith.
http://tomsmithonline.com/lyrics/tlapd.htm

A BEACH & WAVES FOR FOAM

This photo is for you dear Foam. It is Tyrella beach in County Down, Northern Ireland. It is a favourite photo of mine, I use it as my wallpaper. I love the coastal grasses in the foreground...blowing in the breeze, I can almost feel the salt spray. If you look beyond the sandy beach you can see that there is lots of foam out there on the crests of the waves and when these crash upon the shoreline and the shallow water washes upon the beach, it brings with it lacey trails of foam and bubbles which quickly disappear as the water subsides...

From My Window

The sky above the tree line today.

It was very hot here yesterday, the temperature rose to 80 degrees, which is very warm for mid September, it didn't fall much below that even after sunset and late into the evening. I was sitting here at my computer and felt a slight stirring of a breeze which was more than welcome after the stifling heat of the day, I opened the window further to take full advantage of this cooling breeze then it started to rain .
I answered some e-mails which were long overdue, checked in on all of you and then thought its time for bed. I had my second shower for the day, I always have two, ah, I can hear you saying 'water waster', believe me they are quick, if I want to have a lovely relaxing soak I will take a bath, filled with bubbles and lots of floral and herbal potions; I love the feeling of water on my skin, so refreshing.

Well it was still far too warm for bed covers, so I just turned down the covers and pulled up the sheet. This reminded me of something a lovely, romantic guy once said to me, "I'll bet your sheets smell of you", well yes they do, feminine like me, like the fragrant soap I use, the flowers in my garden and the sunshine and breeze that dried them. What a nice thing to say, its funny how a nice memory like that can return with a simple thing like going to bed. So I settled myself into my lovely bed with my pretty cream sheets and frilled pillow cases feeling quite relaxed and happy. I love my boudoir, it is my own space, my place of refuge and tranquility;I usually fall asleep listening to some soft relaxing music but last night I drifted off to sleep listening to the rain.

Now it is Sunday, I didn't get to my computer until later today, actually mid afternoon. I have a lovely view of the sky and my garden from the window where my desk is situated. I visited Boney and saw his funny weather post, you should take a look. The colour of the deep blue Indiana sky reminded me of why I like early mornings so much. Everything is so quiet then, apart from the singing of crickets and the occasional bird stirring in its nest. I love it as there is always a feeling of hopefulness at the beginning of the day. Thank you Boney.

I am looking out of my window at the sky and my garden, the rain has just stopped. The air is so fresh and cool, it smells beautiful and fragrant with the scent of flowers, foliage and the grass. The sounds of birds singing as they emerge from their nests amidst the shelter of the leaves and trees; crickets and frogs are singing too. The sun is beginning to break through the clouds as they slowly drift apart and every now and then the sun catches a raindrop on a leaf and it sparkles beautifully in that light. The whole garden is soon filled with sunshine, the birds are busy gathering food, the flowers and insects are happy having had their thirsts quenched after the heat of yesterday and I too am happy as I look at this lovely vision of varying shades of verdant foliage and colourful flowers.

My White Buds Have Bloomed

This is azalea 'Alba Magnifica', in my front garden this afternoon after some heavy rain. It has a lovely soft fragrance; I wanted to capture this photo as the rain will be back and it damages the petals. Its not a great image as the photo was taken with my cell phone camera.

FIELDS OF GOLD - STING

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold...
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold...

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold...

Lyrics and song performed by Sting

TIME -TOM WAITS

THE DREAME

Or scorne or pity on me take,
I must the true relation make,
I am undone tonight.
Love, in a subtle Dreame disguised,
Hath both my heart and me surprised,
Whom never yet he durst attempt awake:

Nor will he tell me for whose sake
He did me the Delight
or Spight,
But leaves me to inquire
In all my wild desire
Of sleep again, who was his aid,
And sleepe so guiltie and afraid,
As since he dares not come within my sight.

Poem: Ben Johnson 1573 - 1637

Hope Floats...

I am having some difficulty writing this, in fact just getting started, expressing my thoughts but I feel compelled to write, it is something I must do as in writing this I can maybe let go of the past and free my heart. I cannot believe that the time has passed so quickly and so much of the pain has stayed with me.


It had been over a year since I had seen him and though we had kept in touch regularly this time I wanted to see him, if only to sort out my feelings. He was reluctant to see me, said it probably wouldn't be a good idea, there had been other opportunities but something always seemed to come up and get in our way but this time I was insistent, no more excuses.


When we first met and our friendship began the conversation flowed with ease, it was a happy time, he told me how very lovely I was; I put my life on hold for him for two years, not that he had asked but I had hope and he had intimated that there could be a possibility of something more, I hoped and I waited...


I was both excited and nervous at the prospect of seeing him again, I had no idea what his reaction would be. I arrived and took a deep breath before walking through the doorway of his shop; I can remember my heart beating very quickly, it had been such a long time since I had crossed that threshold, it had been cold on that particular day, it was winter;now it was another year and it was summer.


There you were, my heart almost stopped, you looked up and I could see that you were not happy with me for your greeting was not that friendly, not what I had hoped for. I felt like turning around right there and then and walking away but thought I have come all of this way, mustered up all of this courage, I am not going to give in to your dissuasion and as the time passed you thawed out and were the pleasant person I knew so well.


You looked wonderful, wearing your casual work clothes as you were busy pricing and loading antique furniture on to the van ready for an auction. A pale blue chambray shirt, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up over a white tee shirt, knee length shorts and your sox sitting casually at your ankles just above the top of your work boots.

How good you looked, your thick hair was almost white now and that beard that defines the shape of your jaw is white as well. I wondered what colour was your hair when you were a boy, a much younger man as I had not known you then.


Your face is beautiful to me, that's not taking anything away from your masculinity, for you are masculine, your features are handsome, those of a man just past middle age, yet there is a boyish look there as well and I love the deep blue of your eyes; that blue chambray shirt accentuates how blue they are. I could lose myself in your eyes. I love your smile, the shape of your mouth, the fullness of your lips, the way you speak, your hands. I don't even have a photo of you, many times I have thought that I could paint your portrait from memory but the sadness and passing of time get in the way.



Well we talked for a while, the conversation being a little awkward to start but it got easier and more relaxed like it was before when we had laughed together.
You asked me many things and I in turn asked you as well but not as much as I had wanted; you told me how well I looked, how much you enjoyed my poetry and prose, that I should write a book.



As I look at you every fibre in my being is telling me that we should be together, we were now standing in the sunshine in the courtyard and talking - something I had dreamed of, so close but better not touch, I could sense that there had been some change in you. It was very hot, little beads of sweat on your forehead which you wiped away with a clean handkerchief; I could smell you, the scent so fresh and mixed with the subtle fragrance of my perfume as it evaporates from the heat on my skin. You give me an orange and a flower...I will keep it forever.

I let you get on with the work you are doing and I wander around the shop looking at all of the interesting pieces of art and furniture there. You come and sit beside me again and we talk some more.


We had touched once - you had offered your cheek for me to kiss and we had hugged but I knew this was not going to happen today, though I wished it could as I had dreamed about what it would be like for you to kiss me and hold me. I stayed for as long as I could but I could see that you were busy and I didn't want to outstay my welcome; I wished this time with you could last forever.


I said "Well I will say goodbye now and let you get on with your day" but you said "No, not goodbye, let us just say Au Revoir", that gave me some hope but I suspected it would be goodbye.
I wished that I had put out my hand for you to shake, at least I could have touched you again but I was still so nervous and didn't want to invade your personal space, actually I wanted to hug you.


You are much taller than I, 6 feet 5 inches, broad shoulders and a large build, I remember the first time when we parted , we were at the gate you had to bend down slightly for me to hug you. As I walked the long distance to the shop door my heart sank as I thought of so many things I had wanted to say and ask and hadn't, I couldn't help but turn around and look at you once again as I thought this is the last time I will see you.


We did communicate for about six more weeks and then as I had sensed, it was over...he had moved on and sadly for me there was someone else in his life.

Dianne the Red

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This one is for you Puggles, does
this colour suit your Raggedy Ann
fantasy more closely?
Sorry, I couldn't do braids or plaits. :)

New Hair

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Hi everyone! After looking at those funny pictures that Boney posted over at Lil Lamb's place of us wearing the pink wigs...well I had an idea, maybe its time for me to have a change of hair colour and add a little colour to my face. So here you have it...I don't have Corel just Microsoft paint so excuse my blotchy cheeks as they were sprayed on. Puggles my sweet, you once told me to never change, well I haven't, this is just a bit of fun, thought it was time to lighten things up. :)

SPRINGTIME

The warm sun is shining, the sky is so bright

flowers bathe in heavenly light

their beauty and scent bring delight

The birds are chirping, the bees hum in flight

and the leaves in the breeze start to sing

Fragrant green meadows abundant with life

where the frogs and the crickets now sing

its soft green grasses beneath my feet

and the wildflowers scent is so sweet

All in my world is so happy and right

for today is the first day of Spring...

Poem by Dianne

Best wishes to my dear friends in the Northern Hemisphere as they welcome the first day of Fall / Autumn.