sábado, 2 de mayo de 2015


In the month of December, I bought 2 small plants: Cabbages. For only $ 1.50 Mexican pesos

Here it is one of them:

I know,  It can be difficult to grow. I hope it follows growing very well. 


When I'm in my garden and I see the cabbage, I imagine a

 Cabbage Patch Kid inside it.


jueves, 31 de octubre de 2013


This year I decided to sew some crafts.
 In this boot I put candies inside it. 
This candies are magic, 
if you eat one you will have forever health.

I decided to use the beautiful purple color for the owl and the vampire. 
They aren´t really awful, They are friendly.

I made this hat for a romantic witch . 

This magical night we can think of our deepest desires 
and with our hearts full of magic powders attract the wonder of life.

Magic Night please give health to me, my family and friends, 

sábado, 17 de agosto de 2013

Flowers in my garden

In the book Anne of Green Gables, I  read this;

 "Barry garden was a bowery wilderness of flowers which would have delighted Anne's heart at any time less fraught with destiny. It was encircled by huge old willows and tall firs, beneath which flourished flowers that loved the shade. Prim, right-angled paths neatly bordered with clamshells, intersected it like moist red ribbons and in the beds between old-fashioned flowers ran riot. There were rosy bleeding-hearts and great splendid crimson peonies; white, fragrant narcissi and thorny, sweet Scotch roses; pink and blue and white columbines and lilac-tinted Bouncing Bets; clumps of southernwood and ribbon grass and mint; purple
Adam-and-Eve, daffodils, and masses of sweet clover white with its delicate, fragrant, feathery sprays; scarlet lightning that shot its fiery lances over prim white musk-flowers; a garden it was where sunshine lingered and bees hummed, and winds, beguiled into loitering, purred and rustled."

My garden is small but it´s so cute, I have cut this flowers. 

Flowers are one of my friends, God is with them.

They rejoice my heart.

My eyes delighted with their wonderful colors.

Day by day are a great miracle.

Flowers give peace to my soul.

jueves, 11 de julio de 2013


These days Popocatepetl has been spewing water vapor, gas and ash.

I know it can be dangerous but also It is some beautiful.
I live near this place.

On Saturday people find a fine layer of volcanic dust on our cars.

I post this  youtube video from Popocatepetl volcano. 

Popocatepetl means "smoking mountain" in the indigenous Aztec language.

martes, 25 de junio de 2013


Emma Goldman said:

"I'd rather have roses on my table 

than diamonds on my neck"

And I say I really like flowers but yes I want a diamond too. 
I have not seen any in my life yet.

( I embroidered this tablecloth)

This is a beautiful poem wrote for Nezahualcótl:
Nezahualcóyotl was a philosopher, warrior, architect, poet and ruler (tlatoani) of the city-state of Texcoco in pre-Columbian Mexico

Con Flores Escribes…

Con flores escribes, Dador de la vida,
Con cantos das color,
Con cantos sombreas
A los que han de vivir en la tierra.
Después destruirás a águilas y tigres,
Sólo en tu libro de pinturas vivimos,
Aquí sobe la tierra.
Con tinta negra borrarás
Lo que fue la hermandad,
La comunidad, la nobleza.
Tú sombreas a los que han de vivir en la tierra.

With flowers You paint...
O Giver of Life!
With songs You give color,
with songs You shade
those who will live on the earth.
Later You will destroy eagles and tigers:
we live only in Your painting
here, on the earth.
With black ink You will blot out
all that was friendship,
brotherhood, nobility.
You give shading
to those who will live on the earth.
We live only in Your book of paintings,
here on the earth

domingo, 23 de junio de 2013

Wellcome Summer

These photos are from Xochitla Park . 
This park is beautiful and its a relaxing place.

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees,
 just as things grow in fast movies, 
I had that familiar conviction 

that life was beginning over again with the summer.” 
 F. Scott FitzgeraldThe Great Gatsby

Every summer has a story

A life without love is like a year without summer 
Swedish Proverb

 Nothing is more memorable than a smell. 
One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, 
yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains..."
Diane Ackerman

domingo, 26 de mayo de 2013

Enjoying the nature

Early I took a little walk.
What beautiful is live! 
Nature is wonderful
I took this photo. 


I think that I shall never see 
A poem lovely as a tree. 

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; 

A tree that looks at God all day, 
And lifts her leafy arms to pray; 

A tree that may in summer wear 
A nest of robins in her hair; 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 
Who intimately lives with rain. 

Poems are made by fools like me, 
But only God can make a tree. 

sábado, 25 de mayo de 2013

Una nueva vida / A new life

Yo estoy aquí nuevamente. 
Con muchas ganas de vivir de aprovechar la vida.

I am here again. 
I want to live deep.

Hoy  observo detenidamente mi jardín, 
la naturaleza me trae nuevas y maravillosas vistas. 
Así es la vida, hay momentos en los que Dios le indica a  nuestro cuerpo, 
a nuestra alma, nuestros pensamientos que realicemos cambios maravillosos, 
en los que sentimos que dejamos atrás muchas cosas para comenzar otras, 
en las que debemos decidir estar cada día mejor y mejor. 

Today  I observe carefully my garden,
 nature brings me new and wonderful views.
Such is life, there are times when God speak our body, our soul, 
our thoughts we must make wonderful changes, 
when we feel we left behind many things to start other, 
in which we choose to be better every day.

My right knee has been operated. 

Doctors have set me a prosthesis. 
I am well.


Thank you God,
Thank you Heavenly Angels
Thank you my parents
Thank you my husband
Thank you my sister
Thank you my nephew
Thank you my doctors
Thank you my friends
Thank you everybody

miércoles, 20 de febrero de 2013


Today I woke up so happy and so relaxed while I have not felt, I think it's because spring came early, and I start to feel more energetic.

My garden begins to bloom.

Thank you God for your blessings.

God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed it is the 

purest of human pleasures. It is the greatest refreshment

 to the spirits of man, without which, buildings and 

palaces are but gross handiworks, and a man shall ever 

see, that when ages grow to civility and elegancy, men

come to build stately, sooner than to garden finely; as if 

gardening were the greater perfection.

Sir Frances Bacon (1561- 1626)


lunes, 31 de diciembre de 2012


I have been sick but yesterday I have been able go for a walk in Texcoco.

There is a beautiful church, with beautiful flowers and a beautiful Mexican Christmas decoration.

                                                                        Inside the church

I set this decoration in my table:

jueves, 22 de noviembre de 2012


I am Mexican, but I like to celebrate Thanksgiving day, although I give thanks God everyday, this day I tell:

Thank you God for all the blessing you fill my  life.
Thank you God for the oxygen which is the principal food for my body.
Thank you God for the water which clean my body internally and externally.
Thank you God for my husband, family and friends, who are with me now I am sick.
Thank you God for so many things.

Today My husband and I have cooked, cream with onion, chives, marjoram, rosemary, basil, one tomato, one garlic, green tomatoe and milk. Also we cooked burguers. And the dessert Panacota.

I ask God, please blessing my blogger friends.

lunes, 29 de octubre de 2012


At my country, each year more people celebrate Halloween. I like to decorate my home. 

 When I was a little girl I liked this fun song:

sábado, 13 de octubre de 2012


And the fall bring us their beautiful colors. Each time has his beautiful. God's beauty:

 To Autumn 
by William Blake

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,

And tune thy jolly voice 
to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, 
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head

 The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.'

Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.