You could knock me over with a feather, but it was while I was browsing through one of my favourite blogs that inspiration struck for this alphabet post (thanks Andie from Divine Theatre....a nice feather in your cap). Us décor enthusiasts are all birds of a feather. We like to to feather our nests. We don't necessarily believe that fine feathers make fine birds and don't like to rustle any feathers, but we do like our homes to look in fine feather....I'll stop now before I see feathers fly or you decide to tar and feather me for using so many cliché's in one paragraph!
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
By Emily Dickinson
By Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops – at all -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops – at all -
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
Till next time
Sharon x
