Monday, May 31, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
I'M IN LOVE WITH A BIG BLUE FROG
I`m in love with a big blue frog,
A big blue frog loves me.
It`s not as bad as it appears
He wears glasses and he`s six foot three.
Well I`m not worried about our kids,
I know they`ll turn out neat.
They`ll be great lookin` `cause they`ll have my face,
great swimmers `cause they`ll have his feet!
Well I`m in love with a big blue frog,
A big blue frog loves me.
He`s not as bad as he appears,
He`s got rhythm and a PhD.
Well I know we can make things work
He`s got good fam`ly sense.
His mother was a frog from Philadelphia
His daddy an enchanted prince.
The neighbors are against it and it`s clear to me
And it`s prob`ly clear to you
They think value on their property will go right down
If the family next door is blue.
Well I`m in love with a big blue frog
A big blue frog loves me
I`ve got it tattooed on my chest
It says P.H.R.O.G. (It`s frog to me!)
- performed by Peter, Paul & Mary
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Small, crafty, cowering, timorous little beast,
O, what a panic is in your little breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With hurrying scamper!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering plough-staff.
I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
And fellow mortal!
I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;
What then? Poor little beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.
Your small house, too, in ruin!
Its feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse grass green!
And bleak December's winds coming,
Both bitter and keen!
You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cozy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel plough past
Out through your cell.
That small bit heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter's sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold.
But little Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leave us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!
Still you are blest, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!
- Robert Burns (1785)
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Me? Not so much. If it flowers, it will die screaming right in front of me no matter what I do. Oddly, if it doesn't flower it seems to do fine around me...so I inherited half of that superpower.
But TiaDiva seems to have gotten a full dose of this skill in her DNA.
So the Divas and the Midget share space with various potted compatriots.
See these lovely impatiens soaking up the sunshine?
When TiaDiva brought this hanging basket home two weeks ago, there was one skinny green weed thing growing in the center of it..and look at it now.
Freaking super powers.
And the succulents that got ignored all winter? Yeah, they've doubled in size.