Always Time For Love - The PO Box Clock

You can file this under, "Gee I wish I had thought of that, what a NEAT idea!"

On my sidebar is the Human Calendar created by Craig who is now doing, ..." another version of the clock site, but this one will consist of postcards and letters (sent by you) with the time of your choice written on them in some fashion. I will then photograph the whole works and put it online here. How long this project will take to complete is another story. (Hence I wished I had started it years ago when I first thought of it!)."

Click PO BOX CLOCK for more details and please join in the fun if you like!
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I chose 12:02 for my po box time as that is Mr Bear's birthday month (December) and I follow in February (02).
Here is my digiart piece which was mailed off to Craig today - I had a time limit to get it to him and with the Festive Mailing season upon us, I wanted to make sure it made it there by 12.20.10, otherwise my time would be re-issued and put back in the pot so to speak.

Blessings
Shanti

ATC - November 7 - November'ing

"Here We Come Novembering, Among the Leaves so Dead - Wishing we were nice and warm inside our house instead - Of wandering in woods, sloshing through the mud and rain - Looking for ephemera, alas t'is all in vain.. Looking for ephemera, alas t'is all in vain."

Mr Bear has been going round the house since the beginning of the month, chuckling to himself as he found his favourite poem: "November by Thomas Hood".
He read it aloud to me and when he came to the final 'November' he added his favourite chorus:
NO NO NOVEMBER!

Thomas Hood wrote such an angst ridden poem, that had he been around, I would have liked to have hit him over the head with the last of my sunflower stalks and said,
"For goodness sake, CHEER UP! Go put the kettle on and write a cheerier poem about Spring and dancing daffodils and gamboling lambs..o right, that was Wordsworth wasn't it"

This worthy had a wonderful droll sense of humour about the month and here it is: perhaps to become a favourite of yours during this pre-festive season.

November

by Thomas Hood

No sun--no moon!

No morn--no noon!

No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--

No sky--no earthly view--

No distance looking blue--

No road--no street--

No "t'other side the way"--

No end to any Row--

No indications where the Crescents go--

No top to any steeple--

No recognitions of familiar people--

No courtesies for showing 'em--

No knowing 'em!

No mail--no post--

No news from any foreign coast--

No park--no ring--no afternoon gentility--

No company--no nobility--

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,

No comfortable feel in any member--

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,

No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,

November!

(Don't forget to add a few 'no's to the end for a resounding chorus!)

Blessings of No No November Nonsense

Shanti