Sunday, September 21, 2014

The Tryst

The Tryst

Potato was deep in the dark under ground,
Tomato, above in the light.
The little tomato was ruddy and round,
The little Potato was white.

And redder and redder she rounder above,
And paler and paler he grew.
And neither suspected a mutual love,
Till they met in a Brunswick stew.

--John Banister Tabb




Thank God for good Food!

Monday, September 15, 2014

Monday Morning Gratitudes

Opportunity to visit with Grandsons a lot
sweater weather!
a good night's sleep
the word "done!"
the word "finished"
the feelings that certain words give me
good blog posts
freedom
faithful fans
treasures

Blessings!

Sunday, September 14, 2014