Found this in an alley near a public grade school.
It’s very sweet, and appropriate for its location.
Best Pussycat song ever written. It is about pussycats, and nothing else!!!
Pics taken by Resa – September 28, 2020
Toronto, Canada
The Artist: No signature found
A wonderful series from Holly, The Sad Cafe. Here is #V
I ❤️ Bret Hart!
I’m the short one with the bangs. We worked together on a movie directed by Eric Stoltz .
Never knew what to make of this wall art.
Now, I’m thinking, maybe he got into the ring w/Bret?
Okay, so I’m trying to use up my superfluous pics of street art.
Wandering into the alleys of my life at the same time.
Pics taken by Resa – May 6, 2020
The Artist:
Recently, Sue Vincent encountered a new and difficult challenge: lung cancer. I post this incredibly beautiful poem, with its rich and meaningful presentation, in support of her. Thank you for being a sharing and prolific blogger, Sue. Thank you for being you! Sincerely – Resa ❤ (Please visit Sue to comment!)
There were always flowers.
Orchids pinned upon a mother’s breast,
All lace and diamonds.
Long black gloves
And painted lips,
As she left, laughing.
A child who watched
As the door closed.
There were flowers…
Yellow tulips,
Cellophane and ribbon
A girl who blushed
As the curtain fell
Upon the stage;
She cradled them,
A first bouquet.
There were flowers,
Roses and lilies
White, in hands and hair,
Their fragrance mingled
With frankincense,
A ghost of awe and wonder
Finding a home
In memory.
There were flowers…
Rainbow hued,
Everywhere.
Greeting a life newborn,
With love and welcome,
Lighting stark severity
As a babe cried.
There were flowers…
Daisy chains
Around his brow,
Crowning him with sunlight,
In laughter,
In simplicity,
In love.
There were flowers,
Three roses,
Red as life,
Placed in a cold hand,
One for each heart
Saying farewell.
Too long,
Too soon.
There are flowers,
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I adore this style of street art: retro and modern all at once.
Pics taken by Resa – October 8, 2020
Toronto, Canada
The Artist: painting is unsigned. My guess is Art Child.
I can hardly wait for Valentine’s at the Coop! Beth sure picked some fab books to read to the Chicklets and all the wonderful animals at the Coop!
Everyone always looks forward to Beth’s story time. A vote was taken and it was decided that she would read later today, rather than wait until tomorrow. A line is already forming outside the library and those who live at The Coop, and their guests, are extremely excited to hear the new stories.
Raven made the sign and she’s ushering everyone inside. She’s a very good librarian and committee leader. She loves books and makes sure they are well cared for. Story time is one of her favorite things.
It’s going to be a wonderful Valentine’s Day weekend.
A short and very informative post by dear Holly! Go girls!
Mary Ann Evans wanted to escape the stereotype of women’s writing being limited to lighthearted romances. She also wanted to have her fiction judged separately from her widely known work as a translator, editor and critic. Her use of a pen name may also have been a desire to shield her private life from public scrutiny, avoiding the scandal that might have arisen from of her relationship with the marriedGeorge Henry Lewes.
Lewes met writer Mary Ann Evans in 1851 and by 1854 they had decided to live together. Lewes and his wife Agnes Jervis had agreed to have anopen marriage. Jervis had three children with Lewes and four with an unnamed lover . Lewes, having assumed the role of father to all the children, was unable to divorce Jervis but he and Eliot remained together until death.
Eliot was not what society considered beautiful however Henry James…
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