Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Little Red Hen

One of our Little Brown Hens. I adore my chooks! Their so sweet! They never peck and always run up to greet us! So much fun for the children, to collect their eggs, too! Once you have had then, you will never look at supermarket meat the same way, again!

Little nest with her eggs!


Growing along the side of the road. I always look at it as I drive my children to school. 
The smell is almost aniseed - ish, and quite strong. But the plant is quite fragile, with its feathery leaves and delicate flowers.

I used my action Ring - a - Ring - a - Rosie for this edit, with one of my sun flare textures added.
You can get the action at my etsy store 


Bees and pollen

 At my sons school there is a beautiful garden, where all the children have a plot in which they grow veggies and flowers. These are some of the gorgeous sunflowers that are there! What's more to love than a sweet buzzy bee collecting pollen!

Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower. 
~ Hans Christian Anderson


... Just at this moment it happened that little Gerda came through the great door of the castle. Cutting winds were raging around her, but she offered up a prayer and the winds sank down as if they were going to sleep. She went on till she came to the large empty hall, and caught sight of Kay. She ran toward him and threw her arms round his neck. Gerda held him fast, while she exclaimed, “Kay, dear little Kay, I have found you at last.”

But he sat quite still, stiff and cold.

Then little Gerda wept hot tears, which fell on his breast, and penetrated into his heart, thawed the lump of ice and washed away the little piece of glass which had stuck there. Then he looked at her, and Kay burst into tears. He wept so that the splinter of glass swam out of his eye. 

 Then he recognized Gerda, and said, joyfully, “Gerda, dear little Gerda, where have you been all this time, and where have I been?” And he looked all around him and said, “How cold it is, and how large and empty it all looks!” He clung to Gerda, and she laughed and wept for joy. It was so pleasing to see them that the pieces of ice even danced about and when they were tired and went to lie down, they formed themselves into the letters of the word which the Snow Queen had said he must find out before he could be his own master, and have the whole world and a pair of new skates. 

Then Gerda kissed his cheeks, and they became blooming; and she kissed his eyes, and they shone like her own. She kissed his hands and his feet and then he became quite healthy and cheerful. The Snow Queen might come home now when she pleased, for there stood his certainty of freedom, in the word she wanted, written in shining letters of ice. Then they took each other by the hand, and went forth from the great palace of ice.