tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44071135350267115462011-11-27T18:35:33.628-05:00SLICE OF LIFE FROM THE SILLY TO THE SUBLIMEPeggy Wolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04775929781965933426noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4407113535026711546.post-38856335259095467382009-05-23T20:37:00.018-04:002009-05-27T22:53:26.284-04:00

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Spotting a dandelion taking up residence in his lush green carpet was a personal insult to my dad. Taking great pride in his lawn, he hunted down those lawn lions with a vengeance. Little did we know back then that this nuisance of a weed could in any way be beneficial.My rabbits are little fertilizer factories for my garden. Several years ago I read that dandelion leaves are a superb food

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Officially spring is just one week away and I can hear the curmudgeons among us mumbling, "Yeah and now we're just that much closer to summer." Bah-humbugging heat, humidity, mosquitoes, sunburns, weeds in gardens, grass to mow, and rows to hoe, I can't say that I'm totally out of their camp. Summer is my least favorite season mostly because it's just plain rude. You know, like the way its

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2009Valentine days come and Valentine days go. Unless you were proposed to or married on that date, after you've eaten all the chocolates and smelled all the roses, the memories begin to blur. However, I won't be able to say that about my Valentine days this and last year.When I opened my front door this past Feb. 14, I was greeted with an awesome surprise. There across my porch, spelled out

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So who gave the groundhog even a single thought on February 2? His annual big gig arrives and the wary marmot gets overshadowed by the Super Bowl. Don’t beat yourself up if you forgot about Punxsutawney Phil because this year’s Super Bowl was a doozie and if you're a football fan, certainly worth talking about well into the week. Phil and his wannabes will get the full wattage of the

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I love a snow-day. I love the sound of it - silence. Silence near, silence far. No school, no work, no traffic. Being snowed-in is a time when time truly stands still, or at least slows down enough so I can catch up with some stuff or stop everything to enjoy the right-here-and-now moments without guilt.My husband took this photo of our backyard on Obama's day, January 20.Snow takes me

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BUILT FORD TOUGH were the words across the hoodie I gave my foster-son for Christmas. Two weeks later that proved to be a lie.He was crazy about his 2000 Ford Explorer. It fit his cowboy demeanor and got him where he needed and wanted to go. That night after he and his girlfriend returned from the gym, he parked it in her driveway behind her car. This picture shows what happened four hours

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Some say that time marches. If it marched I'm sure I could keep pace. I believe it dashes, darts, and races with me just barely hanging on. Some say that time flies. Now that I can agree with. I celebrated another birthday yesterday. How did I get to be this old already? I demand a recount. Time is definitely my enemy. Not just because it gives me sagging jowls and grays my

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I would call it the Aunt Sally Syndrome, but saying all those words is so twentieth century. Think how much time can be saved by using the acronym, A.S.S. Probably before the calendars are flipped to the next century, we’ll forgo words completely and communicate by spouting off only clipped letters.Well, back to Aunt Sally and her syndrome, actually she doesn’t have the syndrome, it’s my

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When most people think of a dream vacation, they have mental visions of palm trees swaying in ocean breezes or musky cobblestone streets separating shadowy European buildings, but for me, I can't think of a better vacation than the one I returned from last fall. My trip to visit with family members and friends that have been so close to my heart but so far away in time and distance, brought me

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So fast! So easy! So delicious! You can chuck those other fruit salad recipes. This is the only one you’ll ever want.Mix together canned crushed pineapple and sweetened condensed milk, add some or all of the following ingredients (canned, fresh or frozen) cut to bite-size pieces. Drain most of the juice from canned fruit except the pineapple.1 can crushed pineapple (don’t drain)1 can

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A satellite ER is closer to us, but several weeks ago when I suddenly became ill, my husband, the second smartest man on Earth, and I, headed to the emergency room at the big hospital downtown. We wanted to avoid the expense of being transported from one facility to another by ambulance as happened a few years ago.For what that cold miserable ambulance ride cost us we could have hired a fleet of

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A huge battered trunk and a picture of her in her casket at age 49 were the only tangible remains of a grandmother I never knew. Her first name was either Tenki, Tonya, Tatiana or Tatyana. Her last was Charney, but I don’t know if that was her maiden or first married name. She arrived at Ellis Island in 1911 from Russia to begin a better life, leaving behind an older man, her husband through an

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Tempus Fugit - Don't put off till tomorrow what you can do today.Tom Barker, Joondalup, Australia, 1970Write what you feel, and let your mind steal, o'er green fields and memories of childhood.Or sit and day dream by a gurgling stream, while birds' sing in yonder wild wood.The corn in the breeze bends with such ease, while white clouds across the heavens go racing,And wild roses grow in

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