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Gulshat Gilmanova - Winter

My Cats by The Hearth

It’s cold outside, the wind is blowing

Freeze in the air, soon it will be snowing

Nothing can be better on this whole earth

Just watching my cats sleeping by the hearth

 

Many a cat would be filled with delight

To be in a warm cozy home for the night

But for them it’s just a dream far out of sight

Only abandonment is to be their plight

 

All I can offer is this plea to all of you

Can you adopt a cat, or maybe even two

If you have a cat, can you neuter or spayed

By doing this less cats have to be saved

 

I feel a shiver as I here the wind howl

Oh so many cats tonight out on the prowl

I am filled with thankfulness gaiety and mirth

As I gaze at my at my sleeping cats by the hearth

By Eileen 2012

Painting by Elmira Mustafina
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Steaming Orange Brandy & Coffee

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  • 1 orange peel (reserve a few thin strips for garnish if desired)
  •  1 lemon peel
  •  8 brown sugar cubes
  •  1 cinnamon stick
  •  6 whole cloves
  •  1/4 cup brandy
  •  1/4 cup Grand Marnier
  •  1 tsp vanilla extract
  •  Pinch of salt
  •  2 1/4 cups hot brewed Cafe de Monde coffee

https://www.worldmarket.com/blog/recipe/cafe-brulot-cocktail-coffee-orange-brandy-on-fire-for-mardi-gras/

Image: https://www.1000gifs.com/2015/11/gs-imagenes-animadas-tazas-de-cafe.html

March Poetry

 

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The afternoon is bright,
with spring in the air,
a mild March afternoon,
with the breath of April stirring,
I am alone in the quiet patio
looking for some old untried illusion –
some shadow on the whiteness of the wall
some memory asleep
on the stone rim of the fountain,
perhaps in the air
the light swish of some trailing gown.
 Antonio Machado

http://www.digsdigs.com/20-bright-spring-terrace-and-patio-decor-ideas/

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The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You’re one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you’re two months back in the middle of March.

Robert Frost

March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in.
Susan Reiner

 

The March wind roars
Like a lion in the sky,
And makes us shiver
As he passes by.
When winds are soft,
And the days are warm and clear,
Just like a gentle lamb,
Then spring is here.
Author Unknown

http://www.ebay.com/gds/How-to-Install-Outdoor-Fountains-/10000000178825037/g.html
http://www.youngsphotogallery.com/Clouds.html
http://www.schoolrecycling.net/news/school-news-you-can-use/school-news-you-can-use-march-2015/
https://www.google.com/searchq=march&safe=active&rlz=1C1CHFX_enUS601US601&espv=2&biw=1366&bih=6

My Girls Stay In!

Elmira Mustafina
Cat on a Night of Snow 
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Cat, if you go outdoors you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white shoes of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat.  Lie still, do not go.
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See how the flames are leaping and hissing low.
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet —
stay with me, Cat.  Outdoors the wild winds blow.
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Outdoors, the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night,
strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore,
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes’ green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar —
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Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done.  Open the door!
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Poem by Elizabeth Coatsworth                                         

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My Girls ~ Little Girl & Dixie
Painting by Elmira Mustafina                                             

Waiting for Spring

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Waiting for Spring { Just a little humor }
 
I’m waiting for Spring and other nice things,
Are’t you?
I’m waiting for warmer weather,
I’m waiting for little things with feathers.
I’m waiting for those pretty little spotted eggs,
For those little creatures with tiny stick legs,
Aren’t you?
 
Eileen

While yet we wait for spring

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While yet we wait for spring

While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry
And blackening east that so embitters March,
Well-housed must watch grey fields and meadows parch,
And driven dust and withering snowflake fly;
Already in glimpses of the tarnish’d sky
The sun is warm and beckons to the larch,
And where the covert hazels interarch
Their tassell’d twigs, fair beds of primrose lie.
Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid
A million buds but stay their blossoming;
And trustful birds have built their nests amid
The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing
Till one soft shower from the south shall bid,
And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of spring.

Robert Seymour Bridges

(1844 – 1930) was a British poet.