Books

All the important things I ever needed to learn, I always learned them not at school, and not at home, I learned them by reading books. And somehow the right books always came to me, miraculously. And it is still like that. 
I like this quote:
"A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul."  - Franz Kafka
 http://www. quotegarden.com/books.html

Münster

Münster (Germany) was once declared "the most liveable city worldwide"! 
See: http://www.muenster.de/stadt/livcom/index218.htm
Well, it is certainly one of the most beautiful cities one can imagine, I have been there yesterday afternoon, and I absolutely loved it.


Here are some snapshots:

And this is a scene with one of my mice...Apparently she feels quite homey! :-)

Flowers, and a Heart

I once received the book "American Impressionism" as a gift. I love this book so much! (by Richard J. Boyle, 1974)  This painting is shown in this book, it's by John La Farge (I love him!) and is called: "Flowers on a Window Ledge", painted circa 1862.

The flowers are so beautiful, but I also like the small path leading through a garden to the house, and the light. The light is so lovely, so bright.

The path is following a line which may be seen as one half of a heart!

So here is a whole one, a whole heart. :-)

The Patchwork Girl of Oz, by L. Frank Baum (1913)

There will come the day when I will own this lovely book! 


These are quotations from the first chapters:


"Horrid?" she replied. "Why, I'm thoroughly delightful. I'm an Original, if you please, and therefore incomparable. Of all the comic, absurd, rare and amusing creatures the world contains, I must be the supreme freak. Who but poor Margolotte could have managed to invent such an unreasonable being as I? But I'm glad--I'm awfully glad!--that I'm just what I am, and nothing else."

There was only one path before them, at the beginning, so they could not miss their way, and for a time they walked through the thick forest in silent thought, each one impressed with the importance of the adventure they had undertaken.

Suddenly the Patchwork Girl laughed. It was funny to see her laugh, because her cheeks wrinkled up, her nose tipped, her silver button eyes twinkled and her mouth curled at the corners in a comical way.

"Has something pleased you?" asked Ojo, who was feeling solemn and joyless through thinking upon his uncle's sad fate.

"Yes," she answered. "Your world pleases me, for it's a queer world, and life in it is queerer still. Here am I, made from an old bedquilt and intended to be a slave to Margolotte, rendered free as air by an accident that none of you could foresee. I am enjoying life and seeing the world, while the woman who made me is standing helpless as a block of wood. If that isn't funny enough to laugh at, I don't know what is."

Cat and Mice

well, as long as she has her quilt for herself, my cat is ok with all the mice on the right hand side here... 
:-)