Quote of the Week

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It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.  

- Henry David Thoreau

Several people can look at the the same scene, object, picture or person and, asked to describe what or whom they've seen, each relate a different description.  It's what we see in our surroundings and our friends that really counts.

Stepping into the Picture

A while back some of you may have seen this photograph on Sara Healy's blog, a sharing connection. This was from one of her Story Photo posts. She suggested that this picture had a story to tell. This is its story.

Photo courtesy of Sara Healy

Beyond the Obvious.  This picture talks to us.  Let’s see what it has to say.  We see things around us.  We see our houses, the passing cars, the flowers and the dog in the neighbor's yard.  All these are real.  We don't think about it, they just are.  They're things we can see, touch, smell and hear.  What about all the things we can't see?  Are they less real?  Do they not exist simply because we can't see them?  Ah, I've got you now.  We're taking a journey beyond the obvious into another world, the world of magical, mystical wonder.  The portal is guarded by two creatures, immortal, half man, half animal, not really belonging to either world.

What lies beyond?  As we pass through the portal, the sky appears to brighten and the lines of definition become fuzzy, taking on an ethereal quality, and nature sings with a voice beyond human ears.  It's not a frightening place, but at the same time we are aware that we're not alone.  This is a world where things are more sensed than seen or heard, a world inhabited by spirits. They are not the ghosts of humans passed, but rather they exist beyond time and space, eternal with no beginning or end.  They are keepers of the realm and the protectors of magic. They can take on physical shape much like the guardians or simply flow in harmony with nature and pass silently between worlds.

As we pass through this strange new place, we pause, reflective, and thoughtful.  This is a magical place.  There is wonder everywhere.  The sky is brighter, the grass greener, the air is alive.  We sense a movement ahead, and there among the trees is the most magnificent creature.  It is a horse-like animal with a single horn centered upon its head, bearing a striking resemblance to the mythological unicorn.  It is the purest white, wearing a blanket of red and gold tapestry.  Impossible!  We all know unicorns don't exist, but then again we're not in our world now.  This is the land beyond the obvious, and anything is possible.

The Battle Begins

Another Magpie Tale

 

My weapons are honed

Awaiting the light of day

Let us now begin






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Got Mice?

No?  We did, well "mouse singular", we hope.  We'd just gotten back from a walk after dinner, and I was sitting at my desk doing bloggy stuff when out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed movement.  Rosie was in fast forward behind something small, round and brown, that was, fortunately moving faster than he was.  Out of my mouth spewed “oh my Lord”, and instantly I was up, scrambling for a flashlight to squint behind the refrigerator.  Ah, there he is.  One beady little eye looking back at me.  He's so cute!  Yeah, I know this is a disease-ridden rodent just waiting for the chance to nibble his way through my cereal.  Yikes, that stuff’s expensive.  Gotta get rid of the mouse!

By the time hubby emerged from the reading room (you guys know what that is, right?), our furry guest had come out, and having caught the attention of yet another cat, was now cowering under the stove.  Do you see something wrong with this story, or more specifically, with this mouse?  We live with three cats, one of whom lived outside for years, supplementing his daily helping of cat chow with critter parts.  This poor lil' mouse wouldn't stand a chance.

After exhausting our available options, including trying to entice him into a bucket with some cat food, we gave up and went to bed, leaving the mouse ensconced in his hidey place under the stove.  He was apparently settling in for a life of leisure and all the kibble he could eat, assuming he could survive the 3-foot journey to the cats' food.

So who won this little cat and mouse game?  We did!  We went out and got a Tomcat Live Catch Mouse Trap.  For less than $5 and a dab of peanut butter, we were able to trap and release our furry friend back to the wilds of our back yard.  So if you have uninvited mouse guests, I recommend this product for their safe eviction.

This recommendation is made solely from our own purchase and use of this product.

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Quote of the Week

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Whether you think you can or think you can't - you are right.  
- Henry Ford

This statement says so much about attitude and positive thinking.  If you believe you can do something, this attitude can propel you to success.  This doesn't mean that you will never fail, but if you go into something expecting to fail, you're already on that road.

I Sing No More

My songs are scattered

From shore to distant shore

Here I stand - alone

My dreams are shattered

I am done - I sing no more

I have turned to stone

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Black Eyes and Tutus

What do black eyes, tutus and cookies have in common.  That's right, Kindergarten.  Back when I was a kid, kindergarten wasn't offered in the public school system.  Parents had to pay for their little ones to have juice and cookies with 20 of their closest friends, take tap and ballet lessons and perform for them in embarrassing pink tutus.

Now I envy those with crystal clear memories who can recount the most minute details from the time they were weaned, although many of those same people can't remember yesterday's lunch.  My own memories are scattered and vague, but here are some highlights from my kindergarten experience.

Drawing by Zeimusu

On day one we were lined up along the wall waiting...for what seemed like hours...for our 3-hour class to begin.  As time went on, I settled in, made friends, shared germs, and got my one and only black eye.  Yeah, who knew kindergarten was dangerous.  We all took turns running to see if the teacher was coming, and as fate would have it that day, I took my turn while another kid was running back.  Crack!  Our heads met with a thud producing instant tears and the ensuing shiner.  I'm sure it hurt, but I seem to remember thinking that if I cried, I might not get in trouble.  Hey, I've always been a "thinking" person.

Finally, we all know what great little germ spreaders kids are, right?  Well, before kindergarten, I'd had very little exposure to the outside world, so when I was suddenly corralled with 20 or so germy kids, 3 hours a day, 5 days a week, sharing God only knew what with each other, I caught everything going around.  I threw up so often that Mom knew what I meant when I said it felt like there was a snake in my tummy, and grabbed a bucket.

When I look back, I guess kindergarten wasn’t all bad.  After all there was juice and cookies.  What was kindergarten like for you (or your kids)?

Quote of the Week

Every day is an opportunity to make a new happy ending. - Author Unknown

Happy Memorial Day!  I hope everyone is enjoying their weekend.  Let us all remember those who gave their lives that we might have the freedom to have a happy ending.

Memories: Magpie Tales #16

A Magpie Tales post.

The old oak boards, scarred and dusty, are now silent of footsteps.  Many generations had come and gone, walking or dancing, working or playing their way across these planks.  As I stand here staring at the floor, memories of a time nearly forgotten flood my mind.  I remember my grandmother, her work done for the evening, taking off her apron and hanging it neatly on a wooden peg next to the sink.  By the soft light of the lamp, she sat writing in her journal as she did every evening, recounting her day, sharing her thoughts on life, her children, her grandchildren.  

My grandfather had passed away some years before.  All the children had all married and moved away, and she lived alone in the house they had shared for so many years.  We would come to visit during the summers, and the house was alive again.  It was great fun to visit Grammy.  My cousins and I running in and out, banging the old screen door until it was nearly falling off its hinges.  We would drag our toys across the wooden floor leaving marks and scuffs, each adding to the scrapbook of life written upon the boards.

Grammy has been gone for many years, and the house now stands empty.  The boards upon which we played are dusty from disuse.  The only things left are Grammy's apron on the peg, and her shoes by the door.

Communication Bloopers

Today's post was inspired by this week's Quote of the Week on communication.  While good communication is key to understanding each other and keeping our relationships running smoothly, sometimes it's not what we say or how we say it, but what is understood that matters.  For instance, here's part of a conversation hubby and I had last night.  So we were in the car heading out to watch Ashley's son's musical presentation at his school, and we were discussing directions, etc.

Hubby:  "Do we want to take Reynolda?
Me:  "No, we can take Silas Creek to University.  Or we can go the same way we go to the Fair.  Do you need a refresher on that?"
Hubby:  "Nope, we go out Miller..."
Me:   "Remember where the bus thing fair took us to park?"  

Well now that didn't make sense, but before I could stop laughing and try again, he said "OK, yeah, I got it."  Strangely, he knew what I was trying to say.  Hmmm, that's a little scary considering how often my fully formed thoughts get mangled beyond recognition somewhere between my mouth and his ears as if they are bounced off of some creepy, thought-encrypting satellite.

What I'd meant to say was - do you remember where we parked and took the shuttle bus to the fair?  That's where we're going.

Sometimes, depending on who you're talking to, you can still make your point no matter how the words come out.  This stuff happens with us all the time, and he says "These things are funny.  You should write this down, this is good stuff".  Funny, eh, I don't know, but it keeps us laughing at ourselves and each other in a good way.  That's got to be a good thing, right?

I'll bet you have a few bloopers, too.  Care to share?

Down By The River

Our latest excursion took us to 421 River Park, a small park on the bank of the Yadkin River.  It is a small park, and its primary purpose is to allow access to the river for canoeing and fishing.  There are a few picnic tables, a horse shoe pit, volley ball and some swings.

From the park you have an excellent view of the river and the bridge on Hwy. 421 which crosses the river.

There were some interesting "decorations" on the bridge.

Someone even left an apology for their artwork.

Here is an interesting view of the bridge.  It reminds me of looking into mirrors and seeing multiple reflections.

This one shows bridge decoration the way nature intended it.  What you see here are what appears to be the nests of cliff swallows or barn swallows.  They build mud nests in very high, protected places.

This is a better picture than I could get, and it shows a clear view of the birds and the nest.  Looks like a full house!

Cliff Swallows - originally uploaded by Snowmanradio

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Quote of the Week

The single biggest problem with communication is the illusion that it has taken place."  

-  George Bernard Shaw

Successful communication is a two-way street, involving people speaking, listening and understanding what has been said.  There can be conversation without having communication, which can lead to misunderstandings and disagreements.

A, B, C, Zzzzzz!

Are you bothered by the occasional bout of insomnia?  Do you wake up after only a few hours, your mind suddenly shifting into into overdrive while your body lies exhausted, desperately yearning for sleep?  I have just the thing for you.  A brand new, untried and unproven method, guaranteed only to make you wonder if I've gone nuts from lack of sleep.

I came up with this on one of those nights.  Here's how it works.  You pick a letter of the alphabet, and start naming words that start with that letter.  Except maybe X and Z.  I mean after "zebra" and "xylophone" there's not much for your foggy, over-stressed 3 a.m. brain to work with. 

Catnip, canaries...Zzzzzz

This mental exercise will redirect your thoughts, and release your frazzled mind back to dreamland.  Just beware of the letter P.  I used that one night, when I was a little bit hungry.  I never realized how much food starts with "P" - potatoes, pancakes, pie, peanuts, pork - you get the idea.

But does it work?  I don't know, I fell asleep (coincidence?). You try it and let me know.

A Little Blog Humor

My hubby forwarded this cute blogging comic to me, and I thought I'd pass it on.

 
Original webcomic by xkcd.com

How true this is.  And, if you click on the link below the picture to go to the website, be sure and mouse over the picture for more of the story.

Quote of the Week

Nothing is so strong as gentleness, nothing so gentle as real strength.

- St. Francis de Sales

Strength and gentleness are indeed important and desirable traits that make us more compassionate people.

Cat Nappin!

Cats are so helpful, aren't they?  Sophie was "helping" me make the bed the other day, except she stopped for a cat nap before we were done.  I went ahead and finished up without her.

Ummm.  See what a good nap will do for you.

Recycle-cat

What's for Dinner?

A while back I gave you my tried and true method for boiled eggs, and it really does work - that is when you follow directions.  Now if you plop the eggs into the pot and crank the burner up on high, you're following directions.  But if you then go switch on the mind-numbing, I-can't-hear-a-thing vacuum cleaner and proceed to clean in the next room, well, I can't be responsible.  Oh wait, that was me (hangs head in shame).  When I had to shut the vacuum off to move to another room, as I'm limited by my 16-foot cord, I heard something that jogged me back to the present.  There was rattling and a weird hissing sound coming from the kitchen.  Water was bubbling over onto the burner, and the eggs were crying out that it wasn't enough to be boiled alive, but their little bodies were being badly beaten, too. 

I quickly turned off the heat, and figured since they'd had been at a hard boil for several minutes, they would be over cooked if I left them on the burner.  So in my effort to salvage the eggs, I pulled them off and set my timer for the usual 15 minutes.  This is what I got.

Eggs - medium well.  Unfortunately, they weren't suitable for my potato salad, but it wasn't the end for these eggs.  No siree!  I'd find a way to use them, and I came up with a plan.  This was last night's dinner.

I started with one large baking potato, scrubbed and diced.

And about 1 cup of chopped onions.

I cooked the potatoes and onions together over low to medium heat, and added salt and pepper.

In another pan I cooked 1/2 pound of "hot" breakfast sausage, and when it was browned I added the eggs and chopped them into the sausage.

I combined everything into one baking dish, topped with shredded cheddar, and warmed in the oven until the cheese melted.

It was pretty tasty, especially considering what inspired the dish.  Sometimes accidents are the mother of invention.

A Little Sunday R&R

I thought I'd share some of our recent wanderings.  This was an afternoon filled with fun, relaxation and beauty.  

This is the sign for Flint Hill Vineyards.  We were out there weekend before last for a tasting.  They have some really nice wines, and my favorite is their Viognier.  

Here is what they say about it:   Picked at the height of ripeness.  Our Viognier is aged in stainless steel and has the perfect mix of fruit and floral notes.  The wine sets itself apart with juicy peach and apricot flavors.  Try this wine chilled with your favorite light dish or on your back deck at evening sunset.

 

This is the family home as it was restored.  Much of it, however, is still original.  It houses both the tasting room and the Century Kitchen restaurant.  You can read more about this here.

On our round about way to Flint Hill, we came across this interesting mailbox dressed up like a grasshopper.

Later that same day we visited Reynolda Gardens to look at the flowers.  This is a peony, and a bumble bee going in for a pollen sample.

There were many varieties of peonies, some with with big, full flowers like these.

To ones like this with a single layer of petals, and another little bee sampling the goods.