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The Spring Winds Blow
In my twisted logic, spring equals a can of white spray paint and some comfy flip flops. So while my girls recited “The Wind” by Robert Louis Stevenson, I braved the March wind with a can of spray paint and anything I could find in my house that looked worn and wintry. Enjoy my spring ‘fluffing’ while I share this delightful little poem with you. You should memorize it.
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And all around I heard you pass
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I saw the different things you did
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I felt you push, I heard you call
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O you that are so strong and cold
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Are you a beast of field and tree?
Music and lyrics and one proud mama……..
1. Jackson by Johnny Cash “We got married in a fever….hotter than a pepper sprout. We’ve been talking ’bout Jackson…..ever since the fire went out. We’re goin’ to Jackson…..”
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2. Can’t Touch This by M.C.Hammer “My, my my my music hits me so hard….make me say ‘OhMyLord, thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hype feet’ “
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3. Empty by Ray Lamontagne “She lifts her skirt up to her knees, walks through the garden row with her bare feet, laughing”.
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4. I’m Not a King by The Verity (who did a most outstanding job last night-they look and sound like pros)
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5. Wishlist by Pearl Jam “I wish I was a sentimental ornament you hung on….The Christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top”
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6. Play that Funky Music by Wild Cherry “Yeah they were dancin’ and singing’ and movin’ to the groovin’ And that ‘s when it hit me, somebody turned around and shouted”
this time all I want is you
there is no one else
who can take your place
this time you burned me with your eyes
you see past all the lies
you take it all away
I’ve seen it all and it’s never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you
take me away
take me away
I’ve got nothing left to say
just take me away
I try to make my way to you
but still I feel so lost
I don’t know what else I can do
I’ve seen it all and it’s never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you
take me away
take me away
I’ve got nothing left to say
just take me away
don’t give up on me yet
don’t forget who I am
I know I’m not there yet
but don’t let me stay here alone
this time all I want is you
there is no one else
who can take your place
I’ve seen it all and it’s never enough
it keeps leaving me needing you
take me away
take me away
I’ve got nothing left to say
just take me away
take me away
take me away
I’ve got nothing left to say
just take me away
……and just like that, he was gone.
My time is running out. I feel the pressure of the days swiftly being hurled at me like an oncoming freight train. He graduates in 86 days. And I’m not ready. Not by a long shot. But as I gather the pictures and cards and awards and songs to try and make some memories live for him, I find comfort in his ‘things’…..the things that remind me so vividly of his impact on my life. I’m letting you peak in on my work before I’m done, but I thought I’d share a few things I found and a few things I’m creating.
This picture was taken when Taylor was six so that makes this little ‘letter’ I wrote to him 12 years old. I don’t think I’d change a thing.
Dear Taylor,
The joy you have brought to my life and to this family is immeasurable. I am so blessed to be your mother and to have the privilege to teach and nurture you. You tug at my heartstrings with your smile and your adorable sense of humor. Thank you for being so teachable.
-so eager to learn and eager to please. I love your sensitivity to others and how you place others before yourself.
I pray that as you grow and learn, we will have the wisdom to love you unconditionally, to praise your many wonderful attributes and to carefully help you recognize and correct your shortcomings.
Because I know we are human and will fail, I pray mostly that God in His wisdom, will make up the difference and give you what we, in our frailty, could not.
I love you, Mom.
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…..and made a 2 page spread of one of his concerts.
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And then I got a few of the Cd’s ready to mail.
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and put some of his pictures to music….his own music…..a song he wrote called ‘I’m Not a King’.
And then like a good strong southern mama, I dried my tears and made biscuits and gravy (at Caiti’s request) because we’re making memories here.
Greek Goddess Frittata
As my faithful readers know, the girls and I are studying the golden age of Greece. I have renamed myself Hestia, the goddess of hearth and home. We’re painting grecian urns, memorizing lists of the gods and goddesses, learning about Odysseus and the parthenon, and making salt maps of Crete. And now I give you my take on a meatless (in honor of those who give up meat for Lent) greek frittata….which I have renamed Greek Goddess Frittata, because I am a smidge melodramatic. And I like eggs.
If you’re from the south and not Catholic, start with a tablespoon of bacon grease, which you keep stored in your cupboard. If you’re not southern, ignore that part. We don’t really have bacon grease that months old stored in our cupboards for cooking purposes. *wink* Do we girls? You can just start with a tablespoon of butter and we’ll let bygones be bygones . Then everyone add a few swirls of olive oil to a large nonstick saute pan. Then add 1/2 of a chopped red onion, the mushroom and grape tomatoes and then salt and pepper to taste. Also, take 2 peppers from the RRP container and chop and add them to the onion mixture. Saute until onions begin to carmelize.
Meanwhile, combine the eggs, the cheddar cheese, the garlic seasoning, the vinegar and honey. Mix well. Cook the frozen spinach in the microwave for 4-5 min and then drain it very well. Very well, I said, and then add that to the egg mixture.
Demeter, the goddess of grain, will try to persuade you to add this beloved mixture into a crust of some kind. Resist her please. Please. This a frittata, not a quiche little Ms. Demeter.
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Then add 1/2 container of feta cheese. (the small container and whatever ‘flavor’ you like…I used tomato-basil feta). Stir this around and cook for a couple of minutes. Then add to the top rack of the oven on BROIL. It will take about 8-9 minutes to cook. I make mine early in the day and then reheat in the oven on 350 for 5-10 minutes before dinner.
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Sure to appease your meatless cravings, your spartan children and your handsome Apollo!