“Happiness is the china shop; love is the bull.” ~H. L. Mencken
“You can’t put a price tag on love, but you can on all its accessories.” ~Melanie Clark
Nandina Berries
It's getting cooler here in Nashville. The leaves are all still falling and there are big and deep piles everywhere. We used to burn them and the smell is one I remember well.
I've been writing the menu for Thanksgiving dinner. Trying to decide to go traditional or rogue....haaa
Ok so this is traditional for our southern family feast.
Turkey with cornbread dressing Dumplings made from scratch Mashed potatoes and giblet gravy Sweet potato casserole Fresh green beans and fresh fried corn Deviled eggs Cranberry sauce (fresh berry sauce) Turnip greens beets pickles olives stuffed celery shrimp and sauce Rolls (from scratch this year) From scratch pecan pie with ice cream Fresh pumpkin pie with whipped cream Wine and tea
Looking at this list makes me dizzy enough to want to make reservations at Ellendales again but I think I will just make a shortened version and (try not to kill my heart in one sitting) this year. But what do I leave off? My first thought is dumplings and turnip greens do scalloped potatoes instead of mashed. There is part of me that wants to skewer the turkey and go with a standing rib roast instead but maybe that will be for Christmas...humm I know not much of this is heart smart. Thank goodness it only comes once a year. haa
Anybody got any new ideas on what to cook instead. Traditions are hard to break are they not? Some people have to have turnips for luck...we have done turnips and greens both.
In mesmerizing shadows of sunlit gold A maples transistor emotive to cold We clip and we rake As leaves shimmy and shake All the while realizing This season is surely inspiring Dreamily sipping sugar maple sap We fall into a leaf pile trap Yet we’re our own selves still truly misguiding Stuffed and mounted in cold hearted denial A superlative mind and body survival In wonder Oh Lord of just how many days...til Springs arrival
In the fall there are lots of good reasons to bend your knees Brilliant red gold and orange photosynthesis Radiant energy swirling in mini flying machines Skies peeking coyly while breezy trees striptease Dogs strolling through a camouflage of leaves Meanwhile... hand on rake beneath a tall oak tree This squirrel tries out his target practice on me Making one completely acorn savvy Believe me when I say from head bonked depravity You would not enjoy this livid lesson in gravity So it’s time to get even hold hands join forces Pucker up with lots of hillbilly mason jar white cider courses Then get out there and fling back those nut head finders Like stinging missiles at those(curse words) furry side-winders
Ok so no critters were hurt nor my head for that matter. (Came close enough to create this poem) I don't drink (a little wine on occasion) and this is my neighbors tall oak tree that I walk under every morning and evening. Confessions are good for the soul....haaaa
Loving you creates the magic of me The Tantric breath shining eyes Inner erotic thoughts of me So here’s from the kiss.. the touch All the sweetest passionate parts of me When intimately you feel me Whispering through the dark From the deepest loving heart of me
I just heard this song on Beatles radio and did not know who this is or what is going on in this scene...I just sort of like the banjo used in the music and a woman singing it seemed sort of interesting. I was looking for the Cindy Lauper version but it would not come up.
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