Truth be told, I think spiders are pretty cool little creatures. They spin the darnedest webs, I’ll tell you. But the little boogs like to bite the bejeebers out of me. Every chance they get. One of these days, I swear, I am going to bite one back.
Itsy-bitsy my butt.
If the bridge over troubled waters is troubled, then my friend, you have troubles.
Water or no.
Simon says...
Isn’t it funny how certain things spark memories of your childhood? I read earlier that today is Lizzie Borden’s birthday. Now there’s one for you. She was born in 1860. Died when she was 66 years old. Spooky number that 66. She is an American woman who is the alleged murderer of her father and stepmother. So what childhood memory do I have of THIS? I remember watching “The Legend of Lizzie Borden” on TV with Terri Stritenberger. Terri was one of my best friends ever growing up. The move scared the be-stinkers out of us. Elizabeth Montgomery played Lizzie. Creepy. Not like charming Bewitched at all! I think Terri and I were about 11 years old… maybe. We stayed up all night long in a petrified state of apprehension and strain.
There was a scene when Lizzie is in the basement and she is washing off her ax. I think she had a lantern with her, but I know there was some kind of horrible and sinister light.
Well, I gotta’ go to bed now. Night all.
I met Alice over the weekend. Glorious dog.
She really doesn’t know a stranger……. and some are stranger than others.
No matter. I am very happy to have met beautiful Alice!
“Talk to the butt.” (My cat’s favorite line from a movie. She uses it all the time. It is her mantra.)
On July 16, 1918, Russia’s Czar Nicholas II, his wife and their five children were executed by the Bolsheviks.
Some say they have been reincarnated and are living in the United States, today.
Nicholas, wife Alexandra, four daughters Olga, Tantiana, Maria, Anastasia, and son Alexei... where are they now?
They are everywhere.
Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a …..
No great stories, or anything funny today.
I just went out tonight and walked down the lane with my camera. There were so many things, great and small, that I happened upon. Tremendous details in plants and earth things. I was in awe.
It was everywhere.
Re-leaf. Yet another one.
I love beets. Beets go way back. During the 1800s, French Chef Jean Pierre Vermeil brought beets to popularity in the French Cuisine. Vermeil always wore a hat, and often kept a beet underneath. What a beet head.
Beets grow great in cool foggy weather. Around 800 BC, an Assyrian text describes beets growing in the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, one of the wonders of the ancient world. Cool and foggy.
The Romans used the leaves as a culinary herb and as a medicine and they also used the beetroot as medicine before the Greeks began doing so. By the 3rd century AD, the Romans had begun using the beetroot as food rather than just medicine. Augustus was Emperor then. He loved beets too, but did not keep one under his helmet.