Rupees!!!

Are you still farming rupess in Breath of the Wild Ive already seen so manu snowballs roll and that damn man say the same thing over and over, bla, bla 20rupies:(

White and more white

Today it snowed from morning to evening  so I decided to look at poems about snow, ah but I completely forgot to take any pictures:(

Patterns In The Snow – Poem by Ernestine Northover

Overnight the flakes had descended,
and left a carpet of pure white,
A fox awakened from his sleep,
patrolled the frosty night,
The silent frozen world had now,
become a canvas, new,
For patterns to be created,
by the feet of creatures, who
Had ventured out to sample
this delightful snowy land,
Fashioned by an invisible Master,
with his gifted hand.

His paints so subtle, had with skill,
produced true moonlight hues,
Such lovely shades of brilliant white,
soft yellows and deep blues,
An eerie earth, a changed and strange
vast open wide expanse,
Where, up above, each dainty snowflake,
had started its downward dance
And settled, on the serene landscape,
clothed, in its simple dress,
Where we imprint our patterns too,
across a snowbound wilderness.

© Ernestine Northover

Hubbis and Froggy

I have three cats, where of two are from shelters. My second cat Hubbis, she was a relocation case in many different homes until they had to emergency place her and I took her in. She was a real wallflower case she crawled across the floor ran along walls and spent a long time living underneath the bathtub now 5 years later she has become a cat who loves cuddling, wait at the door until I’m home and have gotten a best friend Froggy which she always spend time cleaning, lying beneath or above.

I like this story it say a lot about people and life.

A senior monk and a junior monk were traveling together. At one point, they came to a river with a strong current. As the monks were preparing to cross the river, they saw a very young and beautiful woman also attempting to cross. The young woman asked if they could help her. 

The senior monk carried this woman on his shoulder, forded the river and let her down on the other bank. The junior monk was very upset, but said nothing. 

They both were walking and senior monk noticed that his junior was suddenly silent and enquired “Is something the matter, you seem very upset?”

The junior monk replied, “As monks, we are not permitted a woman, how could you then carry that woman on your shoulders?”

The senior monk replied, “I left the woman a long time ago at the bank, however, you seem to be carrying her still.”

Dreams, Poetry and Fun

I love writing, reading and painting sadly enough I never seem to have the time and always end up having to let go of plans and ideas. it´s a little sad but that´s just how life is. I´ve decided not to stress and take life with my own tempo and post things I find interesting!