Sunday, December 25, 2011

A Christmas Poem / Prayer

a time for celebration.

Celebrating the company of family,
all of us together, here, now.

Celebrating the memory
of dearly departed loved ones.

Celebrating life.
Celebrating faith.
Celebrating this paradise on earth.

Celebrating this great repast
which we are so fortunate
and blessed
to be sharing with one another.

So, we celebrate.
It is Christmas.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

A Poem for Bird

when you were just one
you were still much too young
for us to foresee
just whom you'd become

smart as a whip
and lovely and sweet
the girl who makes anyone
happy to meet

would you love candy and cake
and big bowls of beans?
and eat big yellow peppers
and hate vegetables green?

now that you're 12
we can see for ourselves
that you're all these and more
you've turned out just swell

Monday, November 28, 2011

Cherry Preserves

  • 2 lbs of sweet, Bing (?) cherries from the previously abandoned house next door
  • 1/4 cup sugar mixed with 2t of Pomona pectin (sans calcium water)
  • Scant 2 cups of sugar
  • Dash of salt
  • 1T of balsamic vinegar
  • 1 1/2 T fresh squeezed lemon juice

Yield was 5 1/2 pint jars.  Barely enough for gift giving.  Damn.  Might have to try some apple pear butter to complete my black friday / cyber monday holiday gift activity.  

This was my inspiration for the addition of balsamic.  In a tiny test batch the taste of molasses in the brown sugar was not to our taste, so no brown sugar was harmed in the making of this jam.  

Brought the cherries and pectin / sugar mixture to a boil.  Added the remaining sugar, vinegar, salt and lemon juice and boiled for just under 2 minutes, stirring all the while.  Ladled into my very clean jars (fresh from a bowl of simmering H2O) and boiled the jars for 10 minutes, until they were just al dente.  Uh huh. 

Now, hoping that botulinum toxin will not visit upon my preserves like creep gun owners who open carry guns in public places

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

A poem for my siblings to celebrate my own birthday.  I suck at getting cards, phone calls and gifts out on time, despite my best intentions.  (Which don't count for a hill of beans, it seems.)

My birthday approaching,
I thought it the time
to send birthday wishes-
your birthday, not mine.

For Pam, this poem comes
three months too late.
for Peggy this comes,
with nary a wait.

For Dee and Evette,
this comes months too soon.  
And Ants usually gets something
to get buzzed when consumed.

Now when comes next Friday
and the birthday is mine,
think of me fondly
and toast my health with some wine!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Twitter poetry, in very bad taste:

my butt on fire/ delicious chile rojo/ only time relieves.  

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

A Poem for Grace

Here's to Grace
at 41

Bore two daughters
and one son

Lovely, witty, smart
and fun

Happy Birthday

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Father's Day Poem

me quiero expresar
es imposible que dar
a usted
the love, the respect that I feel

me quiero decirle
a usted
lo que sentirse
among men
you are my ideal

Birthday Poem for Gavin Henry, 9 Years Old

we hope you enjoyed the day
a week early, but it's all just the same

there was food, and some basketball too
there's one thing that's still left to do

the cake and the candles are done
and happy birthday was by all of us sung

but there's one thing that's left to be given
a gift, that great birthday tradition!

we thought of this, and of that, and the other
and we dismissed them one after another

but an idea from nowhere just came
we'll give him a ___, and enjoy a game!

(We gave him a baseball glove and the promise of a Mariners game.  The basketball reference was to watching the Mav's kick the Heat's a*s!)

Friday, June 10, 2011

Mother's Day Poem

Every mother loves her son
I'm glad for me
that you're the one

Every breath that I enjoy
I've you to thank
Because I'm your boy

every time i think of you
my soul is sated
I feel renewed

Every year in early May
I wish you
Happy Mother's Day.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Garden Update

Damn it's cold.  A warm day here and there gives one hope that maybe we really will have a growing season for our garden.  But today that thought seems like some distant dream, sort of like imagining what a rainy season might be like in Riyadh.

More radishes went into the ground this past weekend.  Never had much luck with radishes, and they should be easy, easy, easy.  Damn.

Peach Passion, Velvet Queen and Autumn Beauty sunflowers were planted.  Hoping they have a fighting chance against the slugs, snails and bugs with and appetite for these things when they first pop out of the ground.  Damn.

Mint's thriving.  Epazote seems OK despite the weather.  Lettuce is coming up, however slowly.  Rhubarb is monstrous.  Damn.