Blue skies seem to want
to make up for the cold winds.
Nice try, there, sunshine.
Old down coat now proves its worth
for still another year, yes?

This autumn has been
more like a winter so far,
burying some deep.
This bodes ill for months to come.
May all our friends meet the spring.

It may be cold here,
but no wall of white descends
upon this city.
Blessings counted while prayers are
said for friends who live lakeside.

Written on my Facebook mobile app while I was out of town, copied here.

11/16

For diablu, who is able to speak now.

At the door between
life and death he had tarried.
Incense had been burned.
Now the warrior fights his
greatest foes: Time and himself.

11/15

There are things that soothe
more than soft fur and purring,
but not that many.
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Something I dug up from A Taste of Cuba, by Linette Creen.  This almond cake came to Cuba from Portugal, and may have gone back as far as the 15th century. Terciary source at best.  Some food historians think the recipe was first made in a convent and actually contained bacon.  Others think the name expresses the idea that in Heaven even a simple ( Read more... )

Good on you, United Kingdom! I'm with you in spirit!

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A parent dies of
lung cancer and you still smoke?
Are you serious?

( Silent City Patriotism )

Oh, crying baby,
one floor below, what know you
of this world's sorrows?
What bellows! Would that my trials
were so easily resolved.

The lovely Google doodle of Audrey Hepburn on what would have been her 85th birthday.


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