This Spring Risotto recipe features asparagus, onions, spinach, and Parmesan-Reggiano. Get the recipe at PBS Food.
Source: Spring Risotto
Let us contemplate
The EARTH we walk upon
For a day,
And a lifetime.
And hope that
That lifetime
Will be ours
And not the EARTH.
For the EARTH
After centuries,
And millennia,
And the speck
From which it sprang,,
Whether through Genesis,
Or the Big BANG,
(Both of which are
eerily similar)
Is
– let’s face it –
Getting pissed off!
From the molten lava
Heaving into the heavens,
To the storms at sea
And one on EARTH.
All giving us
Fair warning
Of
Just who
Is in charge.
He was heaving in the wind and rain
Of the sea, around him.
Voices,
That rattled
Over the wash of the sea
And the rise of the wind,
Frantic voices
Terrified and pleading:
“Save our souls,
“God, in heaven
“Save us.”
Lifeboats were pitching in the waves,
And bodies,
Many of them already face down,
Were kept afloat by their life preservers,
Some corpses
Butted against the sides
Of the lifeboats
That were jumbled together
In the surrounding sea.
~ DE BA. UE
The EX police officer
Of the law
Is writing furiously
Like a crazy man.
Yellow pads
Are being filled
Page after page,
Minute after minute
Second after second
Witness after witness
Word after crazy word.
Now
What is he writing?
“Thou shall not kill”
100 x times
500 x times
1,000,000 x times,
Or
Is he writing
“It wasn’t 9 minutes
& 29 seconds”.
Or more
or less.
Because he doesn’t quite remember.
Or maybe
He’s trying to come up
With that perfect 1irst line
For all those dates
He’s goint to be
Invited on
In prison.
~ DE BA UE
Shortbread of any kind . . . Serve lemon balm shortbread with some fresh lemonbalm tea and you’ve got yourself a decadent little treat for a summertime afternoon.
Source: Lemonbalm Shortbread
Every once in awhile I am taken aback (and sometimes amused) by the particular variety of the countries that have viewed my posts. No rhyme nor reason as far as I can tell. No relations to subject matter, or posting dates, or events in the world. For some reason, folk in these countries wanted to read my words and observations. Gotta say, it makes me feel kinda good.
UNITED STATES
CANADA
THAILAND
TAIWAN
BELGUIM
TUNISIA
ITALY
CAMBODIA
SPAIN
FINLAND
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The Unicorn is mentioned eight times in the Holy Bible. The list is below.
When I have Druids, and their unicorns, go to Jerusalem in my novel A Lost Gospel, to make sure Jesus gets crucified, I feel I am on solid ground. And when one of my druids, Ogma, has the following experience, I believe it is a symmetry of Biblical proportions.
Unicorns are mentioned in the following places of The Bible:
Numbers 23:22
God brought them out of Egypt; he hath as it were the strength of an unicorn.
Numbers 24:8
Deuteronomy 33:17
Job 39:9-12
Psalm 22:21
Psalm 29:6
Psalm 92:10
Isaiah 34:7
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From A Lost Gospel
“Are you lost?”
“No.”
Ogma was taken by surprise, but he did not turn toward the speaker. He had no desire to start a conversation, he just wanted to be left to himself.
“Yet you are a traveller to these parts.”
“Yes.”
Ogma knew only too well the interest local people had for strangers in their midst. It was an interest which could easily turn into suspicion. He was alone, and he did not want to have trouble in this unknown land.
“I had business in Jerusalem.” Ogma shrugged. “The desire came upon me to feel earth under my feet, not paving stones.”
“And you find yourself here.”
“I turned from the main road at a whim.”
“What did you in Jerusalem?”
“I do not intrude thus in your life.” Ogma kept a steady gaze across the field, though he could not keep irritation from his voice.
“Yet you do intrude – for here you are.”
“If I’m on your land, I apologise. I thought it was a common road. There is no barrier in place to warn me otherwise.”
Ogma wondered if it was time to leave the way he had come, or to stay and talk. Despite the words spoken, the other man’s voice displayed no anger, or annoyance.
“Do you find no peace in Jerusalem?”
“I’ve had a troubled time in your grand city.”
Ogma suddenly realised he had things he wanted to say, which he could not discuss with the other druids. He finally turned to the man, wondering if he should explain further.
“By the Gods of Death!” Ogma stood back in fear. “This is not possible.”
“There are no boundaries to what is possible.”
“I saw them hang you up.”
“You saw flesh. And blood.”
“Then what do I see now?”
“More than a man of sorrows.”
“Glarus was right.” Ogma began to move further away, but stopped himself. “I’m not to fear you, or the change you bring.”
“Truth deserves acceptance, not fear.”
“Do you know of my burden?”
The other man raised his arm and pointed. Ogma turned to follow the outstretched hand. He saw the two unicorns standing close together among the trees.
“Have they brought me here?”
“They have led you to a place you sought yourself.”
“You know of Glarus.” Ogma stopped abruptly, and his voice lowered. “The gods I understand believe in trade. Take me instead of her.”
“You care so much?”
“I know the worth of things.” Ogma stared directly at the other man. “It is better to have her alive, than me.”
“No man knows his own worth.” Yeshua touched the small man, then held him close. “My father’s love does not barter.” He released Ogma with a smile. “Return to Jerusalem. You travel with companions.”
“The beasts accompany me?”
“Thou hast heard me from the horns of the unicorns.”
So . . .
It happened like this.
First, my brother
(The one on the Island),
Has a friend who
Saw a Heron.
(I suppose a ‘Great Blue”
But I don’t know).
And then his wife
(That’d be my sister-in-law)
Is clearing away the
Grass & twigs
From the crocus
To help them grow
(You know – get the sun).
And on the big Fir
(Right out my window)
I’ve had:
Five blue jays
(All at once – usually
I rarely see them in more
Than two together)
A crow
Chick-a-dee-dee-dees
(Chick-a-dee-dee- deeing to beat
The band)
Two mourning doves
Billing and cooing
(Boy, were they ever billing
Never saw the sight before)
And a robin red breast
Looking right at me
As if I might have
A handful of worms
(Which – sadly – I didn’t)
‘Cause I would have given that bird
All I had.
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