Saturday, December 31, 2005

Twenty-five years of Love

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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Happy 25th Anniversary

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Saturday, December 17, 2005

Christmas Quartet

Hearing them sing together is the best Christmas present ever!

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Brown Thrasher

Unusual for this bird to be at the feeder, as they are *ground feeders,* usually *thrashing* about the leaves underneath bushes. Hence, the name. At any rate, I captured just this frontal view which doesnt really do justice to the actual size of this bird. Ignore the splashes on the window panes as they are above my kitchen sink and impossible to keep pristine.

I hope to capture the Carolina wren one day. He sits on the deck railing and sings his heart out: his entire body warbling with his song.

Finally remembered to post the picture of the split pea soup over on my xanga site.

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Sunday, December 11, 2005


I commend to your attention this article at Breakpoint.


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Friday, December 09, 2005

Work and Joy

Each day I live I thank the Lord
I do the work I love;
And in it find a rich reward,
All price and praise above.
For few may do the work they love,
The fond unique employ,
That fits them as a hand a glove,
And gives them joy.

Oh gentlefolk, do you and you
Who toil for daily hire,
Consider that the job you do
Is to your heart's desire?
Aye, though you are to it resigned,
And will no duty shirk,
Oh do you in your private mind
Adore your work?

Twice happy man whose job is joy,
Whose hand and heart combine,
In brave and excellent employ
As radiantly as mine!
But oh the weary, dreary day,
The wear and tear and irk
Of countless souls who cannot say:
'I love my work.'

Robert W. Service

Saturday, December 03, 2005


There is no reason why you should be bored when you can be otherwise. But if you find yourself sitting in the hedgerow with nothing but weeds, there is no reason for shutting your eyes and seeing nothing, instead of finding what beauty you may in the weeds.
Emily Post

I have always thought that the statement *I'm bored* reveals more about the speaker than the situation at hand. But today I have found a tool to share (probably only with my own children) which explains precisely what to do when that phrase does run across your mind.

Friday, December 02, 2005

A Very Special Artist

Check out her work.

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