I Love Breakfast

Breakfast is a delicious meal I look forward to each morning.

Eggs are vesatile and delicious.

Breakfast

BY MARY LAMB

A dinner party, coffee, tea,

Sandwich, or supper, all may be

In their way pleasant. But to me

Not one of these deserves the praise

That welcomer of new-born days,

A breakfast, merits; ever giving

Cheerful notice we are living

Another day refreshed by sleep,

When its festival we keep.

Now although I would not slight

Those kindly words we use ‘Good night’,

Yet parting words are words of sorrow,

And may not vie with sweet ‘Good Morrow’,

With which again our friends we greet,

When in the breakfast-room we meet,

At the social table round,

Listening to the lively sound

Of those notes which never tire,

Of urn, or kettle on the fire.

Sleepy Robert never hears

Or urn, or kettle; he appears

When all have finished, one by one

Dropping off, and breakfast done.

Yet has he too his own pleasure,

His breakfast hour’s his hour of leisure;

And, left alone, he reads or muses,

Or else in idle mood he uses

To sit and watch the venturous fly,

Where the sugar’s piled high,

Clambering o’er the lumps so white,

Rocky cliffs of sweet delight.

Hummingbirds are Beautiful and Unique

I love Hummingbirds and the flowers that attract them as well as feeders that provide much needed calories. I keep a couple of feeders up all year around, and enjoy watching the birds feed. We mainly have Anna’s Hummingbird and Allen´s Hummingbird.

Hummingbirds are birds native to the Americas and comprise the biological familyTrochilidae. With about 361 species and 113 genera,[1] they occur from Alaska to Tierra del Fuego, but the vast majority of the species are found in the tropics.

Humming-bird
…………….by D.H.Lawrence

I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.

Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chirped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.

I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where humming-birds flashed ahead of creation
I believe he pierced the slow vegetable veins with his long beak.

Probably he was big
As mosses, and little lizards, they say, were once big.
Probably he was a jabbing, terrifying monster.

My Winter Vegetables and Fruits

This year from the garden I am enjoying potatoes, onion, cabbage, brussels sprout, carrot and broccoli. These ingredients I use in soups and stews, or as side dishes for chicken or steak.

Oranges, lemons, and limes are wonderful for homemade juices and teas.

I preserve tomatoes, berries, and some squash from the summer to add to my winter recipes.

WHAT IS BLOOMING

What if beauty was food?
Would you be nourished or starving?
Would you be rich or poor?
Would your heart be replete
or your life incomplete?
What is blooming
at your door?

~Debra Yvonne Mathis, gardener, poet, artist

Enjoy!