Sun, smiles and fun

Hi Everyone and welcome to today's musings. 

No the title is not incorrect, it describes some material I bought this morning for my granddaughter's dress, it is really jolly, bright and cheerful, just jumped into my hands from the shelf, begging me to buy it,along with a lovely pink and yellow candy stripe material also jumping off the shelf.  Another shop yielded some lovely buttons for the latest cardigan, pink elephants (My daughter loves elephants as does my son's partner) very dainty but lovely, also some blue yellow and green fish buttons.  Here are two of the cardigans I have made, both in a wool that knit's into a Fair Isle style finish, all part of little ones Christmas present, she wore the heather one to her birthday party on Boxing Day.  I have been trying to find a pinafore dress to suit a toddler in small sizes, have failed in the shops this morning, am about to resort to the internet, even toyed with buying a dress for her size and modelling a pattern on it, but of course couldn't find one of those either, ah well keep trying.

On my way home, taking my usual short cut up a road divided by a central green sward running along it I was greeted by a host of crocuses peeping up out of the ground, not yet open, nor showing any colour, just early white growth, in a few days they will be out in their splendour, looking forward to that. When I got out of the car at home the chattering of the birds in a neighbouring hedgerow was delightful and a gentle reminder that Spring is on it's way.

My poem for today, is another fun one, this time by Lewis Carroll, well know and loved by many from Through the looking glass and what Alice found there, Jaberwocky.  Thank you once more for joining me and reading my ramblings, have a lovely day wherever in the world you may be. More tomorrow.

Siwzy

JABBERWOCKY

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.
"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.