adventuresofalgy:

The moon shone brightly on the calm waters of the quiet loch, and lit up the clouds as they scurried across the cold night sky.

Algy perched on a branch near the water, just listening to the lap lap lap of the water on the stony shore, so different from the noisy pounding of the ocean waves on his own sandy beach. It was peaceful beside the loch on such a beautiful night, and Algy was thinking of one or two of his special friends who celebrate their birthdays this weekend. He sends them extra special fluffy birthday hugs, and hopes that they will have a truly happy time 🙂

Have a peaceful and happy weekend, everybody xoxo

Happy Birthday dear Shelia @bluelunaphotography xx

A little bird told Algy that you were celebrating your birthday today, and so he sends you his bluest moon adventure and lots of very fluffy hugs xoxo

The moon shone brightly on the calm waters of the quiet loch, and lit up the clouds as they scurried across the cold night sky.

Algy perched on a branch near the water, just listening to the lap lap lap of the water on the stony shore, so different from the noisy pounding of the ocean waves on his own sandy beach. It was peaceful beside the loch on such a beautiful night, and Algy was thinking of one or two of his special friends who celebrate their birthdays this weekend. He sends them extra special fluffy birthday hugs, and hopes that they will have a truly happy time 🙂

Have a peaceful and happy weekend, everybody xoxo

Before long, the repetitive sound of the waves pounding on the shore and the rustling of the wet sand being sucked back into the sea put Algy to sleep. And as he slept, the full moon rose up from behind the ridge and bathed the whole world in a cold blue light – and Algy dreamed that the waves grew brighter and brighter, and splashed higher and higher, until they started to wash right over him…

photosworthseen:

Submission Selfie Sunday

Meine lieben Freunde, I respectfully submit my photograph for your Sunday Selfies series – a PWS exclusive image of me singing to the January moon. With the fluffiest regards, Algy 🙂

Thank you for your fantastic submission, Algy! We love it!

PWS – Photos Worth Seeing

Today Algy made a special appearance on PWS – thank you PWS!

Algy was singing his favourite lullaby to the moon – in German, especially for the sake of his friend Jürgen who founded PWS, and who has several lovely young grandchildren who need singing to sleep 🙂

          Guten Abend, gute Nacht, mit Rosen bedacht,
          mit Näglein besteckt, schlüpf unter die Deck:
          Morgen früh, wenn gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt,
          morgen früh, wenn gott will, wirst du wieder geweckt.

          Guten Abend gute Nacht, von Englein bewacht,
          die zeigen im traum dir Christkindleins Baum:
          Schlaf nur selig und süß, schau im Traum’s Paradies,
          schlaf nur selig und süß, schau im Traum’s Paradies.

Listen to this lovely recording of Wiegenlied, “Brahm’s Lullaby” sung by Anne Sofie von Otter, who Algy has to admit has a much more beautiful voice than his own 🙂

When darkness fell the sky cleared for a while, and a bright half moon emerged from the clouds. Algy perched in a bush on the edge of the peat bogs and gazed at the sky, dreaming idly of all the exciting adventures he was planning. As he watched the moon rise high over the peat bogs, Algy remembered a funny little poem he had once read:

          The moon came late to a lonesome bog,
          And there sat Goggleky Gluck, the frog.
          ‘My stars!’ she cried, and veiled her face,
          ‘What very grand people they have in this place!’

“Yes, indeed!” thought Algy 🙂

[Algy is quoting the poem The Moon Came Late by the 19th century American poet Mary Mapes Dodge.]

Although he was exhausted after his exertions on the beach, Algy found it very difficult to get to sleep. A beautiful full moon was dancing in and out of the clouds, and the wind was racing through the Marram grass. Every time he began to drop off he was awakened by the moonlight in his eyes or the roar of the gale. So Algy decided to enjoy the nuit blanche, and moved to a more comfortable spot on the dunes where he could lie back and watch the moon waltz across the sky. He was reminded of a poem by Emily Dickinson:

          The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
          A Night or two ago—
          And now she turns Her perfect Face
          Upon the World below—

          Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde—
          Her Cheek—a Beryl hewn—
          Her Eye unto the Summer Dew
          The likest I have known—

          Her Lips of Amber never part—
          But what must be the smile
          Upon Her Friend she could confer
          Were such Her Silver Will—

          And what a privilege to be
          But the remotest Star—
          For Certainty She take Her Way
          Beside Your Palace Door—

          Her Bonnet is the Firmament—
          The Universe—Her Shoe—
          The Stars—the Trinkets at Her Belt—
          Her Dimities—of Blue—

[Algy is quoting the poem The Moon was but a Chin of Gold by Emily Dickinson.]