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Jingle Bells...

A Merry Christmas to all of you!

Have a wonderful Christmas Eve and a magical Christmas Day!

Back from Belgium

Soon...

Sorry about the silence, lately...
Busy week...
Bidule, my giant French lop-eared rabbit severely broke one of her hindlegs, she's been operated and luckily the operation has been successful. Now I have to wait and see how she heals.
I'm actively preparing my two-day trip to Belgium (going to see my grand-parents and present them my Man for the first time)...
As I said : busy week...

Almost time

365 days

Tamtam died one year ago...

Mam

I love the stillness of the wood:
I love the music of the rill:
I love to couch in pensive mood
Upon some silent hill.

Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees,
The silver-crested ripples pass;
And, like a mimic brook, the breeze
Whispers among the grass.

Here from the world I win release,
Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude,
Break in to mar the holy peace
Of this great solitude.

Here may the silent tears I weep
Lull the vexed spirit into rest,
As infants sob themselves to sleep
Upon a mother's breast.

But when the bitter hour is gone,
And the keen throbbing pangs are still,
Oh, sweetest then to couch alone
Upon some silent hill!

To live in joys that once have been,
To put the cold world out of sight,
And deck life's drear and barren scene
With hues of rainbow-light.

For what to man the gift of breath,
If sorrow be his lot below;
If all the day that ends in death
Be dark with clouds of woe?

Shall the poor transport of an hour
Repay long years of sore distress-
The fragrance of a lonely flower
Make glad the wilderness?

Ye golden hours of Life's young spring,
Of innocence, of love and truth!
Bright, beyond all imagining,
Thou fairy-dream of youth!

I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life's decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer-day.

"Solitude" by Lewis Carroll.

My grand-mother is sick and I am scared.