Christmas is forever, not for just one day,
for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away
like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.
The good you do for others is good you do yourself...
~Norman Wesley Brooks, \"Let Every Day Be Christmas,\" 1976




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Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons. Jim Bishop

Words
-Grandpa Tucker

There are some words so hard to read.
Some confuse like bead and seed.
Do you know of go and dough?
There\'s sew and sow, then there\'s so!

Sometimes a word is hard to spell.
But it\'s important for show and tell.
So work real hard to spell and read \'em.
\'Cause all your life you\'ll really need \'em.

A mother\'s love, a sunny day,
A frisky puppy hard at play.
Words can chase the clouds away.
Without our words, what would we say?

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A Dryad\'s Tale

One day while passing by a tree, I heard a sigh. It seemed the oak could speak; I felt my knees go weak, for like a siren’s song, his whisper made me long to stop and lay me down upon his shaded ground. Because the day was hot, I lingered at that spot. The oak got in my mind because I felt inclined to slip out of my dress, and yes, I must confess it was as if that tree had cast a spell on me! With words of poetry, he started wooing me. His leaves then brushed my skin. I trembled deep within. His branches were so lush, I hoped I would not blush to think each sturdy limb might draw me up to him. I don’t know how or why, but under summer’s sky I disappeared into his essence and I knew the tree had captured me. His wood nymph I would be, for he and I were one that day beneath the sun. As if immortal, now I live beneath his bough; at times I disappear within him, but no fear lives in me any more because the forest floor I roam now with great joy; the woodland is my home! Beneath the firmament, lost in my oak tree’s scent, I feel completely free, his beauty all I see. A young maid passes by; perhaps she hears us sigh and thinks it but the breeze now passing through the trees. But no, it is but I, beneath the summer sky locked in my tree’s embrace, and with my new found grace, I look at her and see the girl I used to be, and my reality is this sweet fantasy.

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them. Henry David Thoreau

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Butterflies spread cheer around the world

The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.
- Helen Keller

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Butterflies spread cheer around the world

Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
Bold in maternal nature\'s care
And all the long year through the heir
Of joy and sorrow,
Methinks that there abides in thee
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other flower I see
The forest through.

William Wordsworth, To the Daisy

from the Netherlands

Hi Lady Lyla
How are you doing.? It is been a while since I hear from you and wonder how you are and where you stand in your life. Please tell me.
Thinking of you.
Sending HUGS
from Regina

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SUGAR

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UK

Dear Sister,



We all experience life\'s season and sometimes



we can not define our purpose.



At SUGAR we will walk along with you all seasons



and periods of your life; when there is love,
warmth and joy as well as in any time of difficulty, sorrow or sickness, weather you are too tired or too busy.



We will encourage one another to live life at its fullest sharing our experiences, talents and abilities.



We will walk this journey together!



A mission to think about each other as sisters in



everything we do.

EVERY WOMAN COUNTS!

This is a special invitation to join S.U.G.A.R -
Sisters Uniting Gals of All Races

http://www.sugarsisters.net/

Looking forward to see you with us.

Heaven\'s Angels

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UK

Please consider joining us at Heaven\'s Angels! It\'s a wonderful community for men and women and I would love to have you join me there!

Angels of the Garden

You signed someone\'s guestbook

UK

Hello,

You have a lovely website and I’ve enjoyed my visit very much. I would also like to invite you to join a wonderful group called Angels Of The Garden. If you are interested in looking around just follow the link and if you like what you see and would like to join us please tell them that Amanda George sent you.

Thank You,

Amanda.

fluttering in

from the land of the flying colours

If Love Is Flower

love is endless
like flowers that keep on blossoming day and night
love is beautiful
like flowers with different different colors
love is growing
like flowers abundant in the garden
love is to give away
like flowers from my hand to yours

if love is flower
how many gardens grow your flowers?
how many flowers grow in your garden?
what are the colors?
what stories are they telling?
if love is flower
Aila El Edroos

Guestbook Butterflies

In the summer nights, when the moon shines bright, feeling love forever
And the heat is on when the daylight\'s gone, still happy together
There\'s just one more thing I\'d like to add - she\'s the greatest love I\'ve ever had

Fly on the wings of love, fly, baby, fly
Reaching the stars above, touching the sky

And as time goes by, there\'s a lot to try, and I\'m feelin\' lucky
In the softest sand, smiling hand in hand, love is all around me
There\'s just one more thing I\'d like to add - she\'s the greatest love I\'ve ever had

Fly on the wings of love, fly, baby, fly
Reaching the stars above, touching the sky

If you just fly, (fly, baby, fly)
Fly on the wings of love, (on the wings of love)
Reaching the stars above, (fly, baby, fly,) touching the sky

Fly on the wings of love, fly, baby, fly
Reaching the stars above, touching the sky

Fly on the wings of love, (fly, baby, fly)
Fly, baby, fly (on the wings of love)
Reaching the stars above, (fly, baby, fly,) touching the sky
If you just fly on wings of love

from the land of the flying colours

\"I have a garden of my own,
Shining with flowers of every hue;
I loved it dearly while alone,
But I shall love it more with your:
And there the golden bees shall come,
In summer time at the break of morn,
And wake us with their busy hum
Around the Siha\'s fragrant thorn.\"
- Thomas Moore, The Casket, 1835.

Hi just worried about you.

I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me, and we all could probably use more calm in our lives.

Some doctor on teleivision this morning said that the way to achieve Inner Peace is to finish all the things you have started.

So, I looked around my house to see things I\'d started and hadn\'t finished and, before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of shhhardonay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of vocka, a pockage of Prunglies, tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valum scriptins, the res of the Chesescke an a box a chocolets.

Yu haf no idr who fkin gud I fel.
Peas sen dis orn to dem yu fee AR in ned ov inr pece.

from the land of the flying colours

If Love Is Flower

love is endless
like flowers that keep on blossoming day and night
love is beautiful
like flowers with different different colors
love is growing
like flowers abundant in the garden
love is to give away
like flowers from my hand to yours

if love is flower
how many gardens grow your flowers?
how many flowers grow in your garden?
what are the colors?
what stories are they telling?
if love is flower
Aila El Edroos

Hi Lady Lyla
We are celebrating 5 years of Guestbook Butterflies!

Thank you for what you did