Enjoy a cuppa of whatever you wish as we start our long Memorial Day Weekend here in the States.
Tea or Coffee?
What State or Country do you hail from?
What’s your favorite kind of muffin with your cuppa?
Maybe a scone is more desired. Plain or fruity?
Relax on a sofa or overstuffed chair inside or in a quiet spot with a relaxing view out of doors?
Thank you for dropping in. Have a good day and weekend.
We’ve never ever seen as many swans as when we are traveling in England.
Along the river Thames we enjoyed seeing quite a few.
This was a feeding frenzy. You are able to buy bags of food for the swans along the riverfront in Windsor.
Close to this swan swimming along with it’s cygnet we saw another swan who had ruffled it’s feathers.
I’m guessing it thought these Canadian Geese were getting too close.
We also saw these Swans and Cygnets on the River Wye.
I’m linking to ABC Wednesday for S is for Swans. Thank you Denise Nesbitt and the hard working ABC Team! As we are nearing the end of the alphabet yet again it’s time reveal new logo designed by Troy. You’ll have to click on over and see the fabulous new logo for Round Sixteen! Thank you Troy!
This week I’m getting my swans ducks in a row since we’re having our Thanksgiving feast this Saturday. Our middle son and his girlfriend are coming for the weekend so lots of plans are afoot. Hope to get around and see everyone in between my preparations. Can you believe we are in the second half of November already!!??
I read this the first night in Washington from California and in a way it spoke to my situation in life right now…
From the Wind in the Willows ~ by Kenneth Grahame
“The weary Mole also was glad to turn in without delay, and soon had his head on his pillow, in great joy and contentment. But ere he closed his eyes he let them wander round his old room, mellow in the glow of the firelight that played or rested on familiar and friendly things which had long been unconsciously a part of him, and now smilingly received him back, without rancour. He was now in just the frame of mind that the tactful Rat had quietly worked to bring about in him. He saw clearly how plain and simple – how narrow, even – it all was; but clearly, too, how much it all meant to him, and the special value of some such anchorage in one’s existence. He did not at all want to abandon the new life and its splendid spaces, to turn back on sun and air and all they offered him and creep home and stay there; the upper world was all too strong, it called to him still, even down there, and he knew he must return to the larger stage. But it was good to think he had this to come back to, this place which was all his own, these things which were so glad to see him again and could always be counted upon for the same simple welcome.”
Photobucket is holding all my photos from 2007-2015 hostage. I’m working on updating my blog posts very slowly.
The Happy Wonderer ~ ellen b. 