What’s stuck in my brain?

Memories, itching to come out. Martha and I remember Mom telling us this tiny story. I more than she, as she claims long-term memory fail.

Mom said, “Ab c d b! L m no b. O s m r 2, c m it bt is. L I b, I c m it bt is.”

bee

The translation is, “Abby see the bee. Hell, him no bee. Oh yes him are to, see him itty bitty eyes. Well I be, I see him itty bitty eyes.”

bee eye

For some reason I associate this with pizza. At the time there was no pizza in Lebanon. Was there a pizzeria later that capitalized on this saying? Yes, in Florida. CDB Pizza.

Have you heard this abc story, or another like it?

 

Where are you?

Where our young men to dream and old men to prophesy? Don’t Christians have a voice? Have we all fallen into apostasy. WAKE UP CHRISTIANS. John 1:9 Repent from your sins that separate you from our Lord. At judgement will you be a goat or his sheep?

Living Well Means

Last night was my first night on thefarm. I was weary from driving as well as not sleeping well for the last week. My fit bit shows I slept well and I feel like I did too. 

It’s raining today. No walking unless it clears up. The ducks are happy foraging in the rain. The five dogs are sleeping. I’m going to read right now. My Kindle has quite a few waiting for me to open. 

Make the most of your day, enjoy your life. 

Adieu

I’m going to the farm for 10 days peace and time of being restored while I’m cradled in his hand. Nick knows something is going on. Later as we get closer he’ll know where we’re we going.   Happy dance time. 

Wholesome Work

Michelle’s post this morning has a meaningful haiku and encouragement to accept what may come.

The Aran Artisan

Can you read my messy writing?  My far from complete ‘can’t wait to-do list’…  I was going to rewrite it neatly, but decided to spare the waste and instead trace the pen in rainbow colours to brighten it up for this post.

While the photo is all about my work that is creative, fun, and without strict boundaries, the accompanying haiku refers more to the laborious aspects of working to provide food for our family…

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working the body

harvesting diamonds and pearls

feeds autarkic souls

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The diamonds I refer to are those we harvest from the ground, the pearls being what we garner from the sea and shore. By now, you know that those aren’t the only gems provided by the earth, our little island, our neighbors, and our homefarm; we harvest, gather, barter, and recycle.

No surprise, it’s not always easy living out a dream.  We do it not only to support our family’s food needs and…

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Change, the only thing I count on…

Lyrics

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

Stronger

Do you respond  to the test on Face Book that analyze your name? I do, on occasion; sometimes I post them, sometimes I don’t. Yesterday I found that my personal anthem is Stronger by Kelly Clarkson. I’m a fan of Kelly’s and enjoy her music. This particular song express emotions that fit my story.