Turkey, stuffing, rice
Wine and coffee to wash it down
Then it's time for pie.
Preparation means
Several days of cooking
Cleaning and and the rest.
When we're done eating,
The leftovers in the fridge,
The coffee beckons.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Stinky HTML.
That HTML
Keeps on running my Haiku
Series together.
I put paragraph
Breaks in between each stanza
But they still stay stuck!
So, HTML,
When will you let me do this
Right without cursing?
Friday, April 03, 2009
Spring Break R & R
Relaxation is
The true meaning of spring break
Sit down and relax.
Renewal can be
The other part of this time
So get to work now!
I cleared the garden soil,
Moved the cages and trellis'
Enough for today.
Back to relaxing.
Reading blogs, Plurk, and Twitter;
Laptop is my friend.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Battle
The invader is armed with
Viral strength
Gripping power
Knowledge of my vulnerabilities and
my stress-weakened immune system.
My defenses are limited.
Waterbottle mixed with Airborne.
Neti pot.
Extra vitamin C.
A nap.
Determination.
Heating pad for my aches,
Anti-inflammatories to lessen the fever and soreness
Apple cider with cinnamon stick for comfort and hope --
Hope for a good night's rest to re-energize and fight the invader again tomorrow.
Viral strength
Gripping power
Knowledge of my vulnerabilities and
my stress-weakened immune system.
My defenses are limited.
Waterbottle mixed with Airborne.
Neti pot.
Extra vitamin C.
A nap.
Determination.
Heating pad for my aches,
Anti-inflammatories to lessen the fever and soreness
Apple cider with cinnamon stick for comfort and hope --
Hope for a good night's rest to re-energize and fight the invader again tomorrow.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Where I'm From
(inspired by a post at The Little Egg Farm)
I'm from city sidewalks, the kind that need shoveling in winter and grow hot enough to blister bare feet in summer.
I'm from four distinct seasons. I'm from vehicles with heat and air-conditioning, in a climate where both need to be in working order.
I'm from trees of all sizes, giving shade in summer, giving leaves in autumn and if we're lucky, maple sap for sugar and syrup in spring. I'm from climbing thick branches, seeing old behemoths fall in storms to become fuel for the fireplace around which we gather.
I'm from snowmen, snow angels, and dangling icicles, spreading rock salt and litter and sand when walking becomes precarious. I'm from mittens and boots, gloves and scarves, lined jackets thick enough to withstand any wind.
I'm from earth such rich, dark brown it's almost black, grass so very green when it rains, and flowers of every hue; fresh vegetables in August, rhubarb from the freezer in January, and homegrown basil and thyme in pots on the piano all year round.
I'm from chalkboards, pencils, and multi-colored pens. I'm from reusing papers and copying half sheets on the back of old pages. I'm from books to read, stories to write, experiments to explore.
I'm from the arts, music, drama, storytelling, and the multitudes of venues for self-expression.
I'm from song and dance, stage and scenery, prose and poetry. I'm from rhythm and rhyme, andante to allegro, opera to jazz, vocal to orchestral to symphonic brass.
I'm from the land of Green and Gold, a home with at least one headpiece made of "cheese," and Sunday afternoons spent with the big screen TV tuned to Lambeau Leaps at the not-so Frozen Tundra.
I'm from a homeland where hearing, seeing, and neurotypical development are never taken for granted.
I'm from a land where all the women are strong, the men are good-looking, and the children are above average. Wait - strike that, it's one state to the west of mine.
But I am from a changing and evolving local culture, a place where family counts, a neighborhood where neighbors share their cookies and coffee. It's a great place to visit, and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else.
I'm from city sidewalks, the kind that need shoveling in winter and grow hot enough to blister bare feet in summer.
I'm from four distinct seasons. I'm from vehicles with heat and air-conditioning, in a climate where both need to be in working order.
I'm from trees of all sizes, giving shade in summer, giving leaves in autumn and if we're lucky, maple sap for sugar and syrup in spring. I'm from climbing thick branches, seeing old behemoths fall in storms to become fuel for the fireplace around which we gather.
I'm from snowmen, snow angels, and dangling icicles, spreading rock salt and litter and sand when walking becomes precarious. I'm from mittens and boots, gloves and scarves, lined jackets thick enough to withstand any wind.
I'm from earth such rich, dark brown it's almost black, grass so very green when it rains, and flowers of every hue; fresh vegetables in August, rhubarb from the freezer in January, and homegrown basil and thyme in pots on the piano all year round.
I'm from chalkboards, pencils, and multi-colored pens. I'm from reusing papers and copying half sheets on the back of old pages. I'm from books to read, stories to write, experiments to explore.
I'm from the arts, music, drama, storytelling, and the multitudes of venues for self-expression.
I'm from song and dance, stage and scenery, prose and poetry. I'm from rhythm and rhyme, andante to allegro, opera to jazz, vocal to orchestral to symphonic brass.
I'm from the land of Green and Gold, a home with at least one headpiece made of "cheese," and Sunday afternoons spent with the big screen TV tuned to Lambeau Leaps at the not-so Frozen Tundra.
I'm from a homeland where hearing, seeing, and neurotypical development are never taken for granted.
I'm from a land where all the women are strong, the men are good-looking, and the children are above average. Wait - strike that, it's one state to the west of mine.
But I am from a changing and evolving local culture, a place where family counts, a neighborhood where neighbors share their cookies and coffee. It's a great place to visit, and I wouldn't want to live anywhere else.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Recipe for an Historic Inauguration
Take one republic, preheated by
War
Poverty and
Health care crises.
Blend worries, industry failures, job losses
Top with slashed budgets and crashing morale.
Mix dedicated candidates with
Intelligence
Experience
Passion.
Nurture from deep grass roots
Seek hope, change, and motivation.
Beat at high speeds until competition peaks.
Organize. Volunteer. Vote.
Set aside to cool.
Season with Knowledge
Insight
Plans and ideas
Fold in global perspective,
Authentic world view.
Ship by train to nation’s capital.
Set atop quality cabinet.
Serve with courage and inspiration.
War
Poverty and
Health care crises.
Blend worries, industry failures, job losses
Top with slashed budgets and crashing morale.
Mix dedicated candidates with
Intelligence
Experience
Passion.
Nurture from deep grass roots
Seek hope, change, and motivation.
Beat at high speeds until competition peaks.
Organize. Volunteer. Vote.
Set aside to cool.
Season with Knowledge
Insight
Plans and ideas
Fold in global perspective,
Authentic world view.
Ship by train to nation’s capital.
Set atop quality cabinet.
Serve with courage and inspiration.
photo by La Petite at a rally last June
Friday, January 16, 2009
Haiku Friday: weather
Temperatures rising
Might actually reach zero
Unbelievable.
Deceptive sunshine.
Makes the world shine so brightly
Yet warms not a thing.
Grateful to be home
Not worried about car's ills
Just keeping heat on.
Not worried about car's ills
Just keeping heat on.
Abundance isn't
Always in the pantry stocks
Sometimes it's blankets.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Word Acrostic: Happy New Year
Happy is a relative term. Old or
New, calendars still read one month at a time, all
Year long.
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