lördag 1 oktober 2011

En riktigt fin höstdag i Nora

En riktigt fin höstdag med sprakande färger och värme. Morgonpromenad dryga 3 km. Ella cyklade, Timothy satt i vagnen och Rambo, katten gick med oss hela vägen.

Tänk vilka färger det finns på hösten. Det är så vackert så man bara njuter när man är ute. Fridfullt och skön luft.

En sandlåda som fyllt sin funktion hela sommaren.




Här kommer det att avslutas med en vacker krans av höstlöv och färger. Trädgårdsstädning med att flytta in alla sommarmöbler passade perfekt en sån här dag. Bästa Pia kom förbi på ett snabbt besök också. Likaså broder med familj!
Det blev en härlig fin lördag i värmen.


Slipping Through My Fingers lyrics

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that Im losing her forever
And without really entering her world
Im glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when shes gone theres that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I cant deny
[| From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/a/abba-lyrics/slipping-through-my-fingers-lyrics.html |]
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didnt
And why I just dont know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think Im close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...

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