Friday, 27 November 2009
Monday, 23 November 2009
Sunday, 22 November 2009
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Monday, 26 October 2009
My bag and I......
I happen to have a passion for bags, but I do get bored rather quickly, so I like to change them around often, this Adidas bag is one of my fave's right now, I love the gold print on the front, plus the spaciousness, It's certainly my type of bag :)
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Where flowers bloom so does hope - Lady Bird Johnson
" A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away."
- Arabian Proverb
I love the shape of this, kind of like a star Masha'Allaah, and the little buds are so sweet.
- Arabian Proverb
I love the shape of this, kind of like a star Masha'Allaah, and the little buds are so sweet.
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Sunday, 18 October 2009
Friday, 16 October 2009
Sunday, 11 October 2009
7 Photography Projects to Jumpstart your Creativity
Want to add some creativity to your photos? ...... Digital Photography School have a great article to give you some ideas.
Saturday, 10 October 2009
Pretty in pink.
I find this flower very beautiful and unique, how it twirls around before it blooms, I've never seen that before. I cannot remember what the plant is called, I have it in the back, will take a look to see if it has it's name on the pot insha Allaah (God willing).
Update : Found out the plant is called 'Cyclaman Midi'
Friday, 28 August 2009
''Flowers have an expression.....''
Monday, 24 August 2009
Sunday, 23 August 2009
Saturday, 22 August 2009
A change of colour.... A funky rose
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
Droplets of rain
Tiny drops
of dew
clinging to
flower petals
making them glisten
in early morning sun
flowers all colors
clashing together
a garden of
heavenly thought
old oak tree
watches guard
as flowers
proudly
open to the day
bees are busy
buzzing from
flower to flower
life is anew
as tiny buds
reach up
seaching for warmth
its a rioting
of nature.
Carol Gall
Thursday, 13 August 2009
Apologies
I'm sorry for not posting any updates for a while, I've just been busy with life in general, been away recently also to see family. I really do want to start posting again on my blogs, but I feel my life and home needs some organising first, so I can start to think a bit more clearly insha Allaah (God Willing).
So no, I haven't disowned my blogs ;) feel quite sad they've been a bit neglected, but insha Allaah will start posting again soon. x
So no, I haven't disowned my blogs ;) feel quite sad they've been a bit neglected, but insha Allaah will start posting again soon. x
Friday, 10 July 2009
Sunday, 28 June 2009
Thursday, 21 May 2009
Wednesday, 20 May 2009
Monday, 18 May 2009
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
Feeling somewhat surreal
My Special Place
If I seem distant, as if a thousand miles away,
If I appear not to hear what you say.
There are times that no matter how much I care,
I turn around and give you a totally blank stare.
I am not really uncaring, I care very much,
But at times like these
I find it hard to smile and such.
On those days when I am distant and far away,
I'm in that place that is healing and peaceful today.
Each of us sees our most private of spaces
As where we can go, our most favorite places.
We never intend to close others out,
We only know what will turn us about.
So remember when you find me so far away,
And want me to come back and play.
What I need is your patience for me
And I promise the same when you also flee
To that most “Special of Places”.
-Lynda Leigh
Sunday, 10 May 2009
Saturday, 9 May 2009
Priceless
Don't be sad....life's too short
Priceless things
Life holds so many priceless things,
The falling rain, the wind that sings.
Each star on high, a big full moon,
And sunbeams dancing in your room.
The river as it washes on,
A sunset when the day is gone.
No wealth can buy a mountain tall,
Those priceless things belong to all.
An autumn tree lends beauty rare
With leaves piled deep most everywhere
As nature wears a glowing smile
To make each day a day worthwhile
Could anything be quite so dear
As laughing children that we hear?
The gift of friendship that is ours
The miracle of growing flowers
Each magic moment-treasured time
These priceless gifts are yours and mine.
-Author Unknown
Friday, 8 May 2009
Like the colour of a dove..
Thursday, 7 May 2009
Scrumptious Pink!
The Tuft of Flowers
I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,--alone,
`As all must be,' I said within my heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'
But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,
Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.
And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.
And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.
I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;
But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,
A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.
I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.
The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,
Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.
The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;
And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.
`Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'
-Robert Frost.
I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the levelled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been,--alone,
`As all must be,' I said within my heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'
But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,
Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.
And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.
And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.
I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;
But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,
A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.
I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them butterfly weed when I came.
The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,
Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.
The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;
And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.
`Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
`Whether they work together or apart.'
-Robert Frost.
Monday, 4 May 2009
White beauty
Reflecting circles
Please mind the tiny particles of dust you may see :(, yes...shameful I know!, I noticed today, think maybe it's time for a spring clean :)
Saturday, 2 May 2009
Friday, 1 May 2009
Flower delight
Salam 'alaykum and Hello!
Sorry there's been no photos posted for a while, I had problems with my usb, and eventually just bought a card reader, by then I couldn't wait to start uploading. I've been using flickr lately, and have quite a nice little collection now, so will start posting over the coming days.
For now I'll leave you with this one:
Innocence!
In the garden there is one unique flower,
Past the roses, on past the daffodils.
unique this flower, for reasons unknown,
unfinished in blossom as it has aged.
A flower with roots deep in fertile soil,
drawing nourishment as it so needs.
A stem as strong and standing true,
unbent by the winds or the rain.
The petals alive with vibrant colours,
this is were the need to explain.
This flower, having all it needs,
refuses to blossom in full bloom.
Having supply of all in need,
the beauty of this flower, unseen................
Geoff Warden
Sorry there's been no photos posted for a while, I had problems with my usb, and eventually just bought a card reader, by then I couldn't wait to start uploading. I've been using flickr lately, and have quite a nice little collection now, so will start posting over the coming days.
For now I'll leave you with this one:
Innocence!
In the garden there is one unique flower,
Past the roses, on past the daffodils.
unique this flower, for reasons unknown,
unfinished in blossom as it has aged.
A flower with roots deep in fertile soil,
drawing nourishment as it so needs.
A stem as strong and standing true,
unbent by the winds or the rain.
The petals alive with vibrant colours,
this is were the need to explain.
This flower, having all it needs,
refuses to blossom in full bloom.
Having supply of all in need,
the beauty of this flower, unseen................
Geoff Warden
Friday, 24 April 2009
Sorry no picture updates
I was hoping to have put some photos up on here by now, but unfortunately I've lost my usb cable for my camera, I've just ordered a new one off ebay, and hopefully should be here tomorrow insha Allaah (God willing).
Well, we're off to Kings Heath park later today insha Allaah, and I can't wait! Should be a good opportunity to take some beautiful pics. Apparently this is where the BBC's Gardeners world has been filmed for many years.
So watch this space!
Well, we're off to Kings Heath park later today insha Allaah, and I can't wait! Should be a good opportunity to take some beautiful pics. Apparently this is where the BBC's Gardeners world has been filmed for many years.
So watch this space!
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Back on the blogosphere!
Assalamu 'alaykum,
I haven't updated the blog recently as I went away to my mum's in Wales, had a nice break alhamdulillaah, I think I needed it. Just trying to settle back into life in Brum now, and get back into my normal routine insha Allaah. So watch this space!
I haven't updated the blog recently as I went away to my mum's in Wales, had a nice break alhamdulillaah, I think I needed it. Just trying to settle back into life in Brum now, and get back into my normal routine insha Allaah. So watch this space!
Friday, 27 March 2009
Beauty as I see it
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you...
while cares will drop off like autumn leaves - John Muir.
Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
The winds will blow their own freshness into you...
while cares will drop off like autumn leaves - John Muir.
The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend. ~Cali Rae Turner
A loyal sister is worth a thousand friends - Marian Eigerman.
Sisterhood is many things. It's a warn smile on a cold and rainy day, a friendly hug, a cheerful hello... It's all that a good and lasting friendship is, only better. It's treasured. It's sacred. It's knowing that there will always be someone there for you. It's dreams shared, and goals achieved. It's counting on others and being counted on. It is real - Author unknown.
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
Our Wednesday morning
“Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose” Harry Wadsworth Longfellow.
“Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your Creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday. Be a self-starter. Let your first hour set the theme of success and positive action that is certain to echo through your entire day. Today will never happen again. Don't waste it with a false start or no start at all. You were not born to fail.” Og Mandino.
“Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your Creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday. Be a self-starter. Let your first hour set the theme of success and positive action that is certain to echo through your entire day. Today will never happen again. Don't waste it with a false start or no start at all. You were not born to fail.” Og Mandino.
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