Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mj0H1d9_lgw )
Good morning, all! Tuesday now... (strange word 'tuesday...' Comes from the Germanic god of war was Tiu, whose name became part of our week) and a good morning to drink Twining's "Golden Assam" as I'm having left-over Cajun Chicken with my breakfast rice today. A bit strong for a breakie, but certainly a wake-up call!
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Originally Posted by astra
Yummy yummy yummy 
I have halva |
I love halvah... now that I can eat it. I couldn't eat it as a child. I was terribly AFRAID of it!
As I recently wrote to a cousin of mine who was out of contact for the past 45 years, talking about 'old family...'
I was terrified of Aunt Sofie. As a little kid I damn near wet my pants when ever my parents brought me over to her house. Dark parlor, heavy drapes, empty canary cage in the gloom... Very 'Goth!' Then I'd have to go upstairs... There was this million year old woman submerged in pillows and lace, everything stark white, reaching a bony hand out to me, saying in a cackling witche's voice; "Have some halvah, dear?" Horrifying! I had no idea what 'halvah was, and if this strange woman was trying to make me eat it it must be bad for you. I was afraid of halvah until I was about 15 or 16 and learned that it was candy!
Beppe, my grandmother used to have pots and pots of large Mother-in-Law's Tongue growing all over her house. She was always cutting another leaf into segments and starting more pots of the stuff!
As for the Japanese dirt affecting the Spider plants... I usually mix my own dirts, changing the requirements to suit the various plants. Just as most places, they sell all sorts of mixtures here in the garden centers, but I still prefer to mix my own. No matter what I do, the Spider plants just don't get thick and rich, and never put out the dozens of babies that the plants I used to grow produced. The plants always look as if it's getting ready to die. And this is the exact opposite of the Aloe plants I grow. They make soooo many babies I have to keep throwing them away! I've already given pups to everyone I know!
And now the
Christmas Cactus' are beginning to form flower buds. I have a couple of large pots, one that I bought and two that I started from cuttings several years ago, and all three covered with little flower buds! I only have a couple of flowering plants on the veranda as I prefer to use the space for herbs. But there is always room for a Christmas Cactus or two!
Time for one more mug of Golden Assam tea!
Stitchawl