It’s funny how beetles
and creatures like that
can walk upside down
as well as walk flat.
They crawl on a ceiling
and climb on a wall
without any practice
or trouble at all.
While I have been trying
for a year (maybe more)
and still I can’t stand
with my head on the floor.
~~ Aileen Fisher
the furry ones–
the waggy ones
the purry ones
the hoppy ones
The glossy ones
the saucy ones
the sleepy ones
the leapy ones
the mousy ones
The snuggly ones
the huggly ones
the never, never
~~ Aileen Fisher
Place sliced chicken breasts in a baking pan. Lightly cover with bread crumbs or cornflakes. Sprinkle with salt, pepper, and Italian seasoning. Top with some olive oil or butter pieces.
Bake 45 minutes at 400* F, or until done, with golden crumbs.
Wash, trim, and slice: one head of romaine lettuce, a little green cabbage, some sprouts, a cucumber, and one or two bell peppers. Grate one or two large carrots, and top with dried cranberries.
Serve with your favorite salad dressing.
Line a baking pan with parchment paper.
Trim and slice: carrots, beets, potatoes, and a rutabaga. Pour on some olive oil, or place on top some butter pieces. Sprinkle with salt and Italian seasoning.
Set oven to 400* F, and bake for 40 minutes, or until golden brown.
The lights of the city gleam and glow
In the misty purple dusk,
Bursting out of the grimy globes
Like tropical fruits from the husk:
A myriad sparkling orbs of light, —
Violet, golden, scarlet, white, —
Blazing up at the stars of night.
But the light was not in the globes;
Man’s hand has led it there,
His power, his thought, the wonder wrought,
Captured and chained the flare;
And the light obeys his will,
The mind of man and his skill.
But back of the light is the power house,
Where the great wheels tireless turn,
Where the pulleys lift and the gearings shift,
And the roaring fires burn.
And back of the power the mine,
Where the toiling slaves of the Lamp
Burrow like moles in the black pit- holes
In the dust and the deadly damp.
And back of the mine are the buried trees
Where the strong winds laid them low,
Charred by the fires of centuries,
Smoldering deep and slow;
The days of the Lord are a thousand years,
The eves and the morns of the circling spheres,
And a thousand thousand lingering days
Passed over the trees and the hidden blaze.
And back of the charred trees are the green,
When the columnar shafts rose high;
And back of the forest the white-hot sun.
With its cords of the heat and the moisture spun
Drawing the seedlings out of the earth,
Up and up to the sky.
And back of the sun is the Voice, that spoke
Unto the light, and the light awoke;
From the dateless dawning of Time it rings,
From the dim, forgotten beginning of things;
And back of the Voice is the Word;
And the formless void heard
And the face of the deep was stirred.
And back of the Word is omnipotent Thought,
Omniscient Spirit, in power that wrought,
Infinite, Triune Creator, who brought
Light from the darkness and Life from the clod;
In the beginning, God.
~~ Annie Johnson Flint, 1866-1932
The Amber Lily – Out of Doors: Nature Songs, by Annie Johnson Flint
The heavens declare the glory of God;
And the firmament shows His handiwork.
2 Day unto day utters speech,
And night unto night reveals knowledge.
3 There is no speech nor language
Where their voice is not heard.
4 Their line has gone out through all the earth,
And their words to the end of the world.
In them He has set a tabernacle for the sun,
5 Which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
And rejoices like a strong man to run its race.
6 Its rising is from one end of heaven,
And its circuit to the other end;
And there is nothing hidden from its heat.
7 The law of the Lord is perfect, converting the soul;
The testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple;
8 The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart;
The commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes;
9 The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever;
The judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.
10 More to be desired are they than gold,
Yea, than much fine gold;
Sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.
11 Moreover by them Your servant is warned,
And in keeping them there is great reward.
12 Who can understand his errors?
Cleanse me from secret faults.
13 Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins;
Let them not have dominion over me.
Then I shall be blameless,
And I shall be innocent of great transgression.
14 Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
Be acceptable in Your sight,
O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.
Source: Bible Gateway