~ *Eclectic Inspiration* ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inspiration from our trip to Melbourne - Still looking at every photo from different angles and see new colours and arrangements. Feeling somewhat refreshed mentally. Hope you do too...

bxx

a spot over here

One Saturday morning, when we couldn't do what we normally do due to no gas = no showers or cooking, we decided to have a coffee and breakfast at a little spot we had eyed off less than 5 mins from home. Campos coffee and enthusiastic baristas meant our main priority was covered... however the atmosphere here was what had me enthralled!

Quirky, eclectic, random, this place had it all. Too much? Hard to say, when you are so busy trying not to miss something gorgeous or delightful in every nook, do you think you would really care? Being vintage obsessed, I was just happy to be sitting in an old cool chair (albeit we sat at a kids table for max so was a little squashy hehe our choice!) with a funky 70's coffee table surrounded by lamps and lighting from an era ago, watching my son discover typewriters, deer heads, forgotten children's trikes bikes cars and toys!

 

 

 

Baby-cino face :-P

It's serious business people.

 

bxx

 

 

For ye are living poems...

 

Come to me, O ye children !

For I hear you at your play,

And the questions that perplexed me

Have vanished quite away.

 

Ye open the eastern windows,

That look towards the sun,

Where thoughts are singing swallows

And the brooks of morning run.

 

 

In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine,

In your thoughts the brooklet's flow,

But in mind is the wind of Autumn

And the first fall of the snow.

 

Ah ! what would the world be to us

if the children were no more ?

We should dread the desert behind us

Worse than the dark before.

 

What the leaves are to the forest,

With light and air and food,

Ere their sweet and tender juices

Have been hardened into wood,

 

That to the world are children ;

Through them it feels the glow

Of a brighter and sunnier climate

Than reaches the trunks below.



 

Come to me, O ye children !

And whisper in my ear

What the birds and the winds are singing

In your sunny atmosphere.

 

 

For what are all our contriving's

And the wisdom of our books,

When compared with your caresses,

And the gladness of your looks ?

 

 

Ye are better than all the ballads

That ever were sung or said ;

For ye are living poems,

And all the rest are dead.



H. W. LONGFELLOW.

 

 

Photos: First one taken by hubby and edited by b,

the rest all taken and edited by b.

 

bxx