February 2010
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high biscuits
by nanza on Fri Feb 05, 2010 9:49 am
...spring is coming and i know it's true no matter what Puksatawny Phil says because this morning all over the home shopping channels the nurseries were out plying the trade
flowers... Hibiscus as big as circus tents in every color...drought resistant and small now...but willing to become a fence line hedge by the time Autumn rolls around
the tropics simply jump out at you if have these flowers growing in your yard...and when the temp climbs above 100* in May...they will reward you with rapid growth and flowers the size of your hat...in spite of the fact they aren't growing in the lush island of Kauai or some other topical island chain
oh they be so nice!!!!!!
i'm gonna buy some!!!
flowers... Hibiscus as big as circus tents in every color...drought resistant and small now...but willing to become a fence line hedge by the time Autumn rolls around
the tropics simply jump out at you if have these flowers growing in your yard...and when the temp climbs above 100* in May...they will reward you with rapid growth and flowers the size of your hat...in spite of the fact they aren't growing in the lush island of Kauai or some other topical island chain
oh they be so nice!!!!!!
i'm gonna buy some!!!
radaradaradaradaradaROCKIN' ROLL!!!
Prairie Greyhounds..E Pauline Johnson
by nanza on Fri Feb 05, 2010 9:22 am
westbound
I swing to the sunset land—
The world of prairie, the world of plain,
The world of promise and hope and gain,
The world of gold, and the world of grain,
And the world of the willing hand.
I carry the brave and bold—
The one who works for the nation's bread,
The one whose past is a thing that's dead,
The one who battles and beats ahead,
And the one who goes for gold.
I swing to the "Land to Be,"
I am the power that laid its floors,
I am the guide to its western stores,
I am the key to its golden doors,
That open alone to me.
Eastbound
I swing to the land of morn;
The grey old east with its grey old seas,
The land of leisure, the land of ease,
The land of flowers and fruits and trees,
And the place where we were born.
Freighted with wealth I come;
For he who many a moon has spent
Far out west on adventure bent,
With well-worn pick and a folded tent,
Is bringing his bullion home.
I never will be renowned,
As my twin that swings to the western marts,
For I am she of the humbler parts,
But I am the joy of the waiting hearts;
For I am the Homeward-bound.
I swing to the sunset land—
The world of prairie, the world of plain,
The world of promise and hope and gain,
The world of gold, and the world of grain,
And the world of the willing hand.
I carry the brave and bold—
The one who works for the nation's bread,
The one whose past is a thing that's dead,
The one who battles and beats ahead,
And the one who goes for gold.
I swing to the "Land to Be,"
I am the power that laid its floors,
I am the guide to its western stores,
I am the key to its golden doors,
That open alone to me.
Eastbound
I swing to the land of morn;
The grey old east with its grey old seas,
The land of leisure, the land of ease,
The land of flowers and fruits and trees,
And the place where we were born.
Freighted with wealth I come;
For he who many a moon has spent
Far out west on adventure bent,
With well-worn pick and a folded tent,
Is bringing his bullion home.
I never will be renowned,
As my twin that swings to the western marts,
For I am she of the humbler parts,
But I am the joy of the waiting hearts;
For I am the Homeward-bound.
radaradaradaradaradaROCKIN' ROLL!!!
blues and jazz quintet..for u Bluesbud...thank you Sir
by nanza on Thu Jan 28, 2010 12:29 am
a soul soothing downbeat
a heart wrenching tome
no Johnny come lately
no leave me at home
jerks me to upright
rattles my bones
talented fingers
never idle alone
find my far away
sweet low Dixieland
the sound so forlorn
up from the gut man
this is for u BluesBud for ur help and encouragement during my hunt for these poem
and they're back!!!
a heart wrenching tome
no Johnny come lately
no leave me at home
jerks me to upright
rattles my bones
talented fingers
never idle alone
find my far away
sweet low Dixieland
the sound so forlorn
up from the gut man
this is for u BluesBud for ur help and encouragement during my hunt for these poem
and they're back!!!
radaradaradaradaradaROCKIN' ROLL!!!
the Orange tree
by nanza on Mon Jan 25, 2010 7:41 am
it's early...soon the sun will be coming up...and i'll tottle over to Brenda's...she'll have the coffee made...weaker then i would like but the visit is the thing
we'll lazily sit on her front porch and watch the sun come up ...both of us wrapped up in our pajamas and robes..me in my UGGS...her in the wooley purple slippers with the pom poms i gave her for Christmas
there will be smiles and our conversation will drift...she says the only reason she visits with me is because i never do the usual oldster talking about any aches and pains...which makes me laugh because i haven't any
after the morning amenities have been made...the silence as the sun comes up...our conversation eventually turns to the Orange tree
we can see it from the front porch..bright and green laden with fruit so that the boughes hang nearly to the ground...it's in Mickie's mobile's yard
Mickie who's moved and left it to fend for itself..left the treasure of the fruit to fall and rot on the ground
Brenda and i find that very disconcerting....she has a very limited income and rarely does fresh fruit grace her table
what to do...what to do.."waste not want not" was a byword in my family just coming out of the depression
i want to pick it for her...she's afraid i'll get in trouble...i counter with "what would they do with an old lady who picked some Oranges"
i mean REALLY!!!
this nonsense has gone on for about 2 weeks now
this morning i insist we make a plan...i think letting Rdog run into the yard with me closely behind carrying a bucket would be a good idea
hahahahahahahahahahahaha
well the sun is peeping and i've got some harvesting to do
we'll lazily sit on her front porch and watch the sun come up ...both of us wrapped up in our pajamas and robes..me in my UGGS...her in the wooley purple slippers with the pom poms i gave her for Christmas
there will be smiles and our conversation will drift...she says the only reason she visits with me is because i never do the usual oldster talking about any aches and pains...which makes me laugh because i haven't any
after the morning amenities have been made...the silence as the sun comes up...our conversation eventually turns to the Orange tree
we can see it from the front porch..bright and green laden with fruit so that the boughes hang nearly to the ground...it's in Mickie's mobile's yard
Mickie who's moved and left it to fend for itself..left the treasure of the fruit to fall and rot on the ground
Brenda and i find that very disconcerting....she has a very limited income and rarely does fresh fruit grace her table
what to do...what to do.."waste not want not" was a byword in my family just coming out of the depression
i want to pick it for her...she's afraid i'll get in trouble...i counter with "what would they do with an old lady who picked some Oranges"
i mean REALLY!!!
this nonsense has gone on for about 2 weeks now
this morning i insist we make a plan...i think letting Rdog run into the yard with me closely behind carrying a bucket would be a good idea
hahahahahahahahahahahaha
well the sun is peeping and i've got some harvesting to do
radaradaradaradaradaROCKIN' ROLL!!!
It's 5AM and all the world is still asleep/blog from the Reader
by nanza on Fri Dec 25, 2009 2:05 pm
except for me and my Rodent friends...who...when i opened my closet to take out my warm woolly robe and slippers on this early Christmas morn....were still decorating their tree and clamoring for my attention about the size of the the string of lights and shiny balls i loaned them
GEESE!!!
ungrateful varmints
when i thinks of all the things I've done for them over the years
letting them take possession of my dollhouse when i was a kid
i didn't really care 'cause i was a Tomboy anyway...so all the dolls i got were stuffed out of sight
i started feeding them bits of toast in my crib 'til my parents screeched and sent them for a swim to the big toilet lake in the sky
I HATE PARENTS!!!
I SCREECHED TOO!!!
what r u horning in for rabbit???
u know it's really hard keeping a train of thought with all the animal swarming around!!!
anywho...they turned up again when i lived in Rural North Central Oregon during a freezing fog that vied with London for a 1st prize in solid wetness
Bored...i would have been bored to tears but i didn't want ice cubes attached to my cheeks
so at the Tuesday Bunko game we decided to have a Fog Festival...most of the town folks weren't too interested...about as interested as they had been when i put forth the idea of doing a rambling up the Main Street Dickens Christmas Carol....with each front window dressed in a Dickens scene....to be finished in the hotel restaurant by a great Christmas feast
PARTAY POOPERS!!!
that's when the mice came out of the woodwork...actually...
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radaradaradaradaradaROCKIN' ROLL!!!