It sure is time for mittens, and I'm knitting mittens. But whenever I hear "mittens", this song goes on auto-playback in my head:
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favourite things
Cream-coloured ponies and crisp apfelstrudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favourite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favourite things
When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad
I'm sure you all know this one. Salzburg, The Sound of Music, and Maria von Trapp means something special to MotherOwl. And I think we need some more of the uncomplicatedness and sweetness contained in these lines.
Next Monday: Poinsettia or Potted Plants
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You have given me an ear worm this morning. And, for a change, one I don't resent. Have you noticed that ear worms generally are terrible songs, songs that you know but...
SvarSletA lovely reminder to be counting our favorite things, and our blessings.
SvarSletI love that song and the movie.
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