Remember, remember the Fifth of November, The Gunpowder Treason and Plot, I know of no reason Why the Gunpowder Treason Should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent To blow up the King and Parli'ment. Three-score barrels of powder below To prove old England's overthrow; By God's providence he was catch'd With a dark lantern and burning match. Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring. Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King! And what should we do with him? Burn him!
Mother Nature is a wondrously cruel beast, I think. Today is the last day of March 2010. Yesterday Spring was in the air, the smell of new life everywhere. Today that new life struggles to survive.
Snow has not yet left the valley, so it seems. Winter does not yet want to let go, and gives Spring the best it has...
But as with each passing year, the testament of time to prevail and move forward continues. Nature's ultimate will. To survive.
Sam Harris is the author of " The End of Faith" of which I have a copy. I'm sure most people will get their panties in a bunch just at the notion of what he is talking about. But if you can just take a deep breath, and think out what he is really trying to say, you might, just might, come away with an alternative view.
All I remember from Great Uncle Tom's funeral was how he was a believer in flax seed. I added it to the list of thing's I didn't know about him.
But he was someone to whom I was intrigued by. His hard work ethic, honesty, and affection was admirable. I remember thinking, maybe it was the flax.....
That was 10 years ago. I've been a flax subscriber since. This week my syrupygoodness arrived. I found some flax seed waffles, and the stage was set for a weekend breaky.
Topped with marionberries, an organic banana, and the best Vermont has to offer ( syrup wise).
And wash it down with pureed blueberries. Thanks great uncle Tom.