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Posted on 07/12/2006 8:30:09 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Me too, I am not doing much of anything, did some laundry, cooked some lunch.
That's weird. I swear I replied to your post about cooking lunch.
Luckily, I went out to eat last night and only had to heat leftovers today for an awesome lunch of mango stir-fried salmon, veggies and rice. I haven't even done any laundry. The water heater is in the laundry room and it is always hot in there!
Yummy lunch and easy, too. ;)
This restaurant gives gigantic servings. I'll get a third meal out of it and I am NOT a wussy light eater.
Write the restaurant and ask for the recipe. I have found that some restaurants are glad to give you their recipes. Wouldn't that be great!
Yum, good idea, thanks.
Hardy hardy HoHoHo!!! . . . the baseball size hail that we received in April took care of my very first little grape clusters and wiped them all out . . . the vines are surviving, barely. I'm just hoping to get them thru' this second year of drought into --hopefully-- a rainy year in 2007 . . . """"Hope"""" . . . springs eternal . . . .;-)!!!
Oh my, what an ordeal with the vineyard. It takes a lot of patience to get a crop.
It sure does . . . farming is not for sissy's, pessimists need not apply . . . ;-)
crackling droopy leaves
will the fall rains never come
grape vines in distress
rim 8/2/06
Riding the moon with you this night
reaching for the stars, especially the one
which holds our name in Scorpio or was it Mars?
We rode the moon while it climbed high
and slide down the other side
to catch the moving, morning stars
in the wide open sky.
Aurora waved her long iridescent hair
and bade us to grab hold
she lifted up her lovely head and
spun us into gold.
She let us look upon the face of Jupiter far away
swung us round Europa in a dizzying affair
her robe flowed free for us to hold
as we tore around at night
She smiled a smile for both of us
it reflected off the moon
and Io said hello to us
and spouted out a tune.
Oh how I love riding the moon with you
it’s our time to be sure, when all that glitters
is our gold, it is our golden hair.
bentfeather 08.02.06
"She let us look upon the face of Jupiter far away
swung us round Europa in a dizzying affair
her robe flowed free for us to hold
as we tore around at night"
Excellent! Won't be around the next couple of days. Busier than all "heck-out" : )
"And as a Lady asked of me"
Living on the Edge of Fate’s Sword
Chill are the night winds
whispering across the silent fen
under stars like brittle eyes
that watch an old highwayman on his way
old friends, and old enemies
knowing things long passed
From here in the deep glen I look back
winking at them as they at me
both knowing I ride only to the pub now
for I love the taste of good ale
and the warmth of a friendly barmaid
sharing time until another dawn
But until then I dream of other times
waiting on those moonlight trails
in that bright edged moonlight
listening for coach wheels
filled with laughing Lords and Ladies
and their sweet purses of clinking gold
But I’ll go a venturing never again
for I’ve heard the cry of the Banshee
calling my name in warning
to a brother of the night
if I ride those highways
in search of golden spoils
So now I live the life of a Squire
and eat sweetmeats and drink best tea
as strong as I like, and never reuse the grounds
served by a redheaded maid named Kathy
happy to serve the local Magistrate
it’s the other side of the bench for me now
Yet of a night I still walk the fens
and sit among the ruins
listening to the soft wind
carrying King Kevin’s fiddle playing
from that distant place upon a distant hill
where leprechauns still play
Somewhere inside is an ache
a wanting to ride the Highways again
an urge to lift a purse or two
and steal a kiss from some star-eyed Lady
but I remember the Banshee’s call
and I shudder at her warning
The wind sighs and echoes in my heart
the chill eats at my soul
and I long for a life I can not have
I must keep the promise
or the Black Coach comes for me
and so I turn for the Manor a poorer man
Mornings We Left Behind
Bob this is absolutely fabulous, it sings so well.
Living on the Edge of Fate’s Sword
Oh my, I love it!!
We should start a "Tell Me A Story" / Johnn's tales from Erin or something really zingy. What say you Poet?
Lovely haiku and image.
Sorry I bugged out on you, I was beat.
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