Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Radishes dig the Beatles, but parsnips never sing of "Yesterday". [419.a] Another GAS (Ginsburg American Sentence)! Inspired by Alfred. Back in the day, many folks in Northern climes survived on root vegetables: neeps and swedes, beets and mangles, daikon and salsify ... carrots. Most have fallen out of favor. In the Katherine Hall Page book I just finished there is a recipe for parsnip puree with lots of butter, heavy cream and a pinch of horseradish. I do have one shriveled up parsnip in the house (no ... not me ) and can't think of when I last ate one. How about you? BLaH BlaH bLAh: The sun is up and burning me brains! BLOGVILLE I'm intrigued by statistics. In a 4 week period of solid bloggin', I received 213 views on 4 Thursdays compared to 124 on 4 Fridays. The other days were all 133-144. So I guess Thursday is the day to write and read! 3 hours: 2, 3 and 5 a.m. WritingST (a.k.a. EST; 7,8,10 GMT) combined didn't have as many views as 9 p.m. If you are blogging at the wee hours of the morning (in America; morning across the Little Pond) this may seem like a lonesome place. PROMPT OF THE DAY: Pick a virtue, any will do! A list of "c" virtues: caring, cleanliness, commitment, compassion, confidence, cooperation, courage, courtesy, creativity. The Virtues Project: http://www.virtuesproject.com/virtues.html Montana: -6º at 9:00 11,136 |