While out on one of my photo adventures…I came across a bees nest hanging from branches overhanging our fence. We cleaned the garden up last weekend, so this is the result of only one weeks nesting. What busy little bees
Ooh, watching me
Hanging by
A string this time
Don’t, easily
The climax
Of the perfect lie
Ooh, watching me
Hanging by
A string this time
Don’t, easily
Smile worth
A hundred lies
If there’s lessons
To be learned
I’d rather get
My jamming words
In first, so
Tell you something
That I’ve found
That the world’s
A better place
When it’s
Upside down, boy
If there’s lessons
To be learned
I’d rather get
My jamming words
In first, so
When your playing
With desire
Don’t come running
To my place
When it burns
Like fire, boy
Chorus (4x):
Sweet about me
Nothing sweet
About me, yeah
Blue, blue, blue
Waves, they crash
As time goes by
So hard to catch
Too, too smooth
Ain’t all that
Why don’t you ride
On my side
Of the tracks
If there’s lessons
To be learned
I’d rather get
My jamming words
In first, so
Tell you something
That I’ve found
That the world’s
A better place
When it’s
Upside down, boy
If there’s lessons
To be learned
I’d rather get
My jamming words
In first, so
When your playing
With desire
Don’t come running
To my place
When it burns
Like fire, boy
A short story I read today and is something I will remember as I get older.
A 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud man, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with his hair fashionably combed and shaved perfectly, even though he is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
His wife of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, he smiled sweetly when told his room was ready.
As he maneuvered his walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of his tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on his window.
“I love it,” he stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
“Mr. Jones, you haven’t seen the room, just wait.”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” he replied.
“Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged .. it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. “It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.”
“Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away. Just for this time in my life. Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from what you’ve put in.”
“So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories! Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.”
I have been trying to find out what type of plant this is for the past few years and I finally came across the Brisbane Rainforest Action Information network.
Botanical Name: Alocasia brisbanensis. Common Name: Cunjevoi. Distribution: Eastern Australia. Habitat: Common in most rainforests and moist areas. Form: Fleshy herbaceous plant to 2 metres. Leaves: Leaves large and fleshy hastate-cordate (heart shaped/triangular lobes at the base) leaf blade held by a long fleshy channeled stalk. Flower: Flower small yellow inflorescences on fleshy spadix surrounded by green spathe. Flowers summers. Fruit: Fruit red berries, ovoid in shape, 0.5cm to 1.4cm in diameter in late summer/autumn. Garden Use: Commonly cultivated, useful around water features. Leaves are frost susceptible but will grow back in the warmer months. Propagation: From fresh seed. The large roots can be divided into pieces about 30cm long and replanted during the cooler months of the year. Comments: The crushed leaves were also used as a fish poison. Edible?: This plant is very poisonous with some fatalities reported. Australian Aborigines would make a spicy cake out of the young side shoots only after pounding and roasting many times. It is not recommended to try this however.I have transplanted a few of the smaller shoots from the bottom during the years and they are doing well with having to water them.
My main problem now is trying to transplant a larger section of the main plant….anyone have any good tips and tricks???
These drawings are hand drawn by a very Talented lady…her name is Linda Huber.
I can’t get over how real and to depth they are, she is a truly talented artist.
I started out drawing from life, then as the years passed my drawings became more detailed. Today most all of my work takes anywhere from 20-80 hours so I work primarily from reference photos. I’m self taught and strive for realism in each piece using only graphite pencils. Details are key to realism so patience is significant, working a small area to near finish before moving on is a personal technique of mine. Portraiture is one favorite due to the vast features also capturing a unique personality is always a rewarding challenge. Drawing inanimate objects has become another favorite, textures such as metal and glass are extremely interesting and fun to draw. I’ve been taking commissions since 1998 from people across the US and all over the world. My artwork has been used in advertisement, books, has been featured on many internet sites, Ovation TV, and in a local art gallery ~Linda.
