Sunday, February 24, 2008

Sparkling Snow

Sparkling Snow**all rights reserved

by mary gerdt

It happened today,

when I thought some great thoughts,

that peace would come

and

all hunger would stop

and the sick would rejoice when their pain went away

and the lonely will find a friend and the sad will smile.

It happened.

The snow sparkled like never before.

Is that a start?

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Change in posting rules

Just a quick note to say I have lifted some restrictions you may have found if you tried to post. I want others to post and you may have to register somehow but not as complicated as it was before. If you find it too hard to post at least think them outloud. I think the more controversial they are the quicker I will hear them.

Best wishes tonight and have a great weekend.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Summer Memories

 

 

Summer Memories

Summer memories are warm and sweet. I wanted to share a poem even while fearing once I let it out I will be unable to ever outdo it in feeling and depth of myself immersed therein.

Coyote Night by Mary Gerdt * 2008 all rights reserved

When we walk down a road in the dark,

And the Coyotes are crying their mournful cry,

The smells of summer drift and hang in the valley

And little night birds chirp goodnight.

The stars peek out from the clouds of August mist

The moon hangs over the hills by home.

My memories fade to days gone by

When we looked at the nights from inside.

Now we walk on the path outside

Not afraid anymore.

While the coyotes cry.

 

Best wishes to you and yours.mary g

Thursday, February 14, 2008

St. Valentine's Day in the US

St. Valentine's Day in the US

Just another reason for chocolate for myself who seldom needs another reason for chocolate. In Vermont it has been a cold crisp day. Clear and sparkly after yesterday's sleet and snow. Many celebrated the day out to dinner but we prefer our own taco pie with salsa from 2006.

This holiday reminds me to do the seed order or at least begin making serious plans. Potato order has to be in soon-about a month. This holiday signifies the half way mark in February. That means we are halfway through the coldest month left this winter. This year some cruel rule made leap year add a year of cold snow ice to our life.

Lastly our friends to the south sent us a very interesting book titled The Hidden Messages in Water by Masaru Emoto. I read it over and over. Fascinating. His website is a good intro and has a children's course. Just search for his name.

I wondered...if I thought great thoughts at the falling snow would the snow sparkle more? You might too after you read his stuff.

Thanks to Nancy for the reading suggestions. Always welcome.

AGRICULTURE

There is more to come under this heading. We like to have our garden and had our small self serve vegetable stand last summer. It really gave me pause to think about why the vagetables tasted so good here. And I gazed at the rocks and ledges above our garden. And I thought how the rain washes over all those rocks and tiny pieces are washed that feed the plants that make our food. And I realized that in a long long time that the entire farm would be eaten. I mean a looooong time. So in the short run even a little tiny bit, when you eat the vegetables we grow, you actually

EAT THE FARM.

Which is just a concept that came out of sitting on a nice summer day wondering about why our vegetables taste so good.

This is our new name so to speak when we refer to our farmstand.

When you taste fruit or vegetables now or meat if you are so inclined, consider the farm that fed it. Is it a place you would put in your mouth? Because you are.

Thanks and have a great day!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Debut of Mary's Blog

Hello everyone and welcome to my Travelogue. I hope you are comfortable and feel free to move about the cabin. Please obey the signs when you need to sit or slow down. There may be unexpected turbulence. Try to roll with it. I know, that is not easy to do.
Drink fluids and get plenty of rest.
When stress rears its head, look it in the eye and say, "Who are you?"
Sometimes you will see your own reflection.
Strange, huh?
I was going to add a few more pictures but I am getting used to the new computer and Vista and all the quirks we have to endure when adopting a new computer system.
Don't worry, there will be posts and pictures and web links and ultimately the philosophy of one person who wants to share her thoughts in the hopes that we all can improve and be happier, healthier and satisfied even while
the wind blows through our hair.
If you impulsively subscribe and want to read this blog forever remember where you are. I guarantee by the time this blog turns to ashes you will be long gone too. That is the world according to the rules. I did not write the rules. I only read them outloud.
I wish you all well.
CULTURE
It is worthwhile buying Levon Helm's Grammy award winning latest CD, Dirt Farmer. Go to his website and buy one. He and his wonderful family and co-musicians preserved songs of history and styles of elders. What a beautiful project.
Also watch IMUS in the morning on RFD channel. He helps us get started in the morning in spite (or because) of the off color humor, we can get into our day with a laugh and smile. We marvel at the ranch story. What a great thing Imus and Deidre and donors have done for children with cancer and sickle cell anemia. Having worked in a hospital, their approach is certainly not sterile but clean and uplifting. A stark contrast to the regimented surgeries, protocols, and chemotherapy these kids are subjected to. It is wonderful to see these kids looked at with "normal" eyes. Not the pity look they are used to. These kids are stronger than those around them. They need the tough and hard aproach. Their life is so tough already and they can't show that to Mom or Grandad. This gives them the chance to really lose themselves and forget even for one moment that they have a cancer. Thanks folks. First stop on my trip around the universe.
Good day to you and Yours.
Mary Gerdt 02/13/2008 Rainy,Snowy,Icy day in Vermont