Beans Cafe

I met my old chums at the Beans Cafe this noon. It was fun to do, they are so comfortable and easy. The food was good too. We made plans to go up north for a few days in June, that should be an experience. Beans Cafe is in a building that used to be called The Urban Frog. At that time it was all natural food but I never had a chance to go there. It's an interesting name though. Today I had BLT sandwich, I know, but it's comfort food with comfortable people. After we left there we went to one of our friend's houses for dessert. It was a delicious pie...peaches and cream cheese and whipped cream and cracker crust. They have a wonderful dog and we played catch. I sure miss having a dog. My dear friend has a beautiful sun room with blooming orchids. Very pleasant day.
I have two fish in a ten gallon tank. One is orange and black...Owen named her goldie and the other is a placostomas named Sam...the old man of the sea. When I was feeding them and 'bedding them down' for the night I had to do a double take. There in the fish neighborbood was a school of little eyes and orange tails sort of swimming. Goldie must have given birth...or hatched eggs or whatever. But who is the Daddy.
I ordered a garage door today. It will be good to be able to close the garage again. I use it for my garden shed most of the year. The man that came and gave me the estimate was very nice. It's going to cost less that I budgeted for it so that's a break. My next door neighbor stopped over at the time and said he had sold his house to a contractor who was going to remodel and sell it. It's been empty for almost five years now. Couple that with the one on the other side that got torn down.
I put out the outside table today and the new umbrella for it. It will be a good spot for tea when the fence vines grow in to hide the neighbors and the noise.
I wonder how a person starts to paint pictures. I wonder how you choose what medium to use. I think it might be a good experience to at least try. I'm such a dreamer with too much child still left in my soul.
Stop typing Janice and go to bed, it's late, tomorrow is another day.

May Day May Altar

Eggs

Jesus is risen

Oh what a glorious day

Live in peace and love

4,271 American Casualities of Iraq War to Date

They shall grow not old

As we that are left grow old,

Age shall not weary them . .

Nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun,

And in the morning,

We will remember them!

...Lawrence Binyon

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"Into Battle"

The naked earth is warm with spring,

And with green grass and bursting trees

Leans to the sun's gaze glorying,

And quivers in the sunny breeze;

And life is colour and warmth and light,

And a striving evermore for these;

And he is dead who will not fight;

And who dies fighting has increase.

The fighting man shall from the sun Take warmth,

and life from the glowing earth;

Speed with the light-foot winds to run,

And with the trees to newer birth;

And find, when fighting shall be done,

Great rest, and fullness after dearth.
All the bright company of Heaven

Hold him in their high comradeship,

The Dog-Star,

and the Sisters Seven,

Orion's Belt and sworded hip.
The woodland trees that stand together,

They stand to him each one a friend;

They gently speak in the windy weather;

They guide to valley and ridge's end.

The kestrel hovering by day,

And the little owls that call by night,

Bid him be swift and keen as they,

As keen of ear, as swift of sight.
The blackbird sings to him, "Brother, brother,

If this be the last song you shall sing,

Sing well, for you may not sing another; Brother, sing."
In dreary, doubtful, waiting hours,

Before the brazen frenzy starts,

The horses show him nobler powers;

O patient eyes, courageous hearts!
And when the burning moment breaks,

And all things else are out of mind,

And only joy of battle takes Him by the throat,

and makes him blind,

Through joy and blindness he shall know,

Not caring much to know, that still

Nor lead nor steel shall reach him,

so That it be not the Destined Will.
The thundering line of battle stands,

And in the air death moans and sings;

But Day shall clasp him with strong hands,

And Night shall fold him in soft wings.

April

"The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.
Yet the back yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree--
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me."-
Sara Teasdale

March is ending

Spring is here. March is saying goodby with a snowstorm. They haven't named it yet so maybe it won't be a bad one.
I'm glad it's going to snow again as I forgot to save snowballs in the freezer for our annual July 4th snowball fight.

Welcome in Daylight Savings Time on Sunday

...with a cake!

It's quite easy....bake a yellow cake mix into two layers

Using vanilla frosting and red food coloring, make the frosting pink.

Using a pack of skittles make flowers on the cake...place one skittle and then place six skittles of a different color around it. Place several 'flowers' to look pretty.

And enjoy your extra hour of daylight, I know I will.

Sunday at 2am Spring those clocks forward.

Have a great tomorrow.