DAD

Years and years - Dad, Christopher (8 years old) and me (10 years old) moon, calm night alfalfa winds. My Dad, alfalfa and mouth, waders. Christopher and me, alfalfa and mouth, bare feet. Dad, Christopher and me sit, "Kids, when alfalfa is to be used as hay, it is usually cut and baled. The hay is cut just as the field is beginning to flower. The swather, which cuts the alfalfa. After it has dried, a tractor pulling a baler collects the hay into bales. The small square bales weigh between 60 pounds." Dad songs: (cough)

"Moon River, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, Wherever you're going I'm going your way. Two drifters off to see the world; There's such a lot of world to see. We're after the same rainbow's end, Waiting 'round the bend, My huckleberry friend, Moon River and me."

Years and years, song Henry Mancini, Andy Williams and Audrey Hepburn...my favorite!

I love you, Dad!

THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST

"I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train."


OSCAR WILDE

FAVORITE THINGS

"You could not...move an eyelid but it would shout to my heart."


"Give up your heart to me whose whole existence hangs upon you. I am greedy of you."


"Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art."

Mr. John Keats, 1795 - 1821

THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE

"...the rather fantastic gloom of our common temper, a time-eated and grotesque mansion, long deserted through superstitions into which we did not inquire..."

"...we existed within ourselves alone..."

"...until warned by the clock of the advent of the true Darkness..."

On October 7, 1849, at age 40, Poe died in Baltimore; the cause of his death is unknown and has been variously attributed to alcohol, brain congestion, cholera, drugs, heart disease, rabies, suicide, tuberculosis, and other agents

EDGAR ALLAN POE, 1809 - 1849

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death_of_Edgar_Allan_Poe

WONDROUS THINGS...sigh

There is something so wonderful about mist! The droplets of water swirl around as if they are practicing for when they grow up into snowflakes. Each leaf is heavy with mist, slowly bending and dropping a few sprinkles onto the unwary sparrow below. I like walking into a misty air; eyelashes hold a million mist droplets. And when you look down at your sweater you are enshrouded in a fine layer of mist. What can be more inviting than a winter fruit gently washed with the morning mist. Take any tree, dust and powder it with mist and it is instant romance. Its very disguise transforms the thin, pale creature into a tall, dark handsome rogue. Ah, yes, mist does wondrous things...yeah.

SHAKEN, NOT STIRRED

TIPS FOR PRETENDING
TO BE A SECRET AGENT:

Dress in dark glasses with a scarf. A scarf is ideal if you are striving for the perfect incognito attire! Not the kind of scarf for blustery days...it must be a sheer wisp of a scarf...tied about the head as if you had driven in a corvette. A coat is also somewhat necessary...after all secret agents do not work during the summer, haha! And gloves - not mittens, GLOVES! I suggest you use an accent...I like a medium to heavy French accent...or German...anything foreign! :)

SHAKE YOUR CINNABON-CINNABON

Did you know cinnamon has medicinal properties? It helps to fight infections! One splendid way to take cinnamon is in tea. Simply put a stick in your tea pot or in your tea cup. I think I will try to ingest more cinnamon the good old fashioned way...via a cinnamon roll!!!