How time flies. Those you can't imagine living without are suddenly gone and you're left with a hole in your life. I credit my mother with many things. She raised four boys and lived through snakes in her golf bag, camping trips with the family, and finding worms for fishing in our pockets. I'll never forget her adventurous spirit and how she was a "can do" woman. The smell of baking bread or Thanksgiving Turkey in the oven will ever be a reminder of Mom.
A zephyr is a light wind or a wind from the west. There were mythical gods named after these winds, and in modern history, we have named all sorts of things after the zephyr from trains to planes, businesses to sports teams, automobiles and motorcycles. What is it about the west wind that is so appealing? Is it the name or does it have something to do with the western connotation it carries?
Thanks to Raymond over at Incoming Bytes for todays inspiration
Yay I say to the ole fishing hole
That pond over yonder with the sky in blue
and lily pad blossoms like clouds
float like dreams past giant oak tree
Like sky above we ponder its depths
not birds of wonder but bass to plunder
Pole in hand and worm on hook
No need to bring a reading book
A hot summer day
that cool shade beckons
beneath the tree
to sit and dream
Of days of plenty
or peaceful times
a pretty girl
or lemon-lime ice
Where have ye gone
ole fishing hole
that place where youth
plied your water
or cooled off
with laughing holler
Gone to the past
The back of my mind
Like that pretty girl
Oh Clementine
The days have past
the man grows old
and wishes for that pot of gold
not metal or green
no not that kind
He wishes for his peace of mind
A place to fish
and ponder time
girl oh that golden hair
and ever were that skin so fair
Did she ever really exist
Utopia's like rainy mist
cannot be grasped
Only missed
Unless you find that ole fishing hole
visit again take a long cane pole
sit on the bank 'neath the grand oak tree
and ponder dreams of long past times
Remember the girl with mysterious eyes
the darkest hair and lovely perfume
The one who danced a special tune
With you alone under brilliant moon
There's the place you want to be
Not alone not anywhere else
just sit beneath the ole oak tree
and fish for dreams with the one you love
Water Lilies by Claude Monet courtesy Wikimedia Commons
Xenon (Xe) is a noble gas, found on the periodic table of elements all the way over in the far right column with the rest of the noble gases. It is quite heavy for a gas. Atomic number 54 and a standard atomic weight of a whopping 131.293, meaning that it has a whole bunch of neutrons inside that atomic nucleus along with all 54 protons. Only one noble gas is found below it in the column and that is Radon (Ra). Preceding Xenon is Helium (He) with 2 protons and 2 electrons, Neon (Ne) Atomic number 10, Argon (Ar) number 18, and then Krypton (Kr) number 36.
There is nothing more amazing than watching a Labrador Retriever chase a dummy in the water. We used to buy the big ones because the weight let you throw it further. With a 12-inch rope hanging off the end, you can throw one the length of a football field, and even further if you have a good wind to help you. Willy was our first Lab, and now we have Velvet. Velvet is showing a lot of enthusiasm in the play fetch department, and we can't wait to get her to a pond or lake.
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Where will Muse take me today? It might be Monday, or it might not be. In truth, it was Muse that made up the name of this blog, and it has nothing to do with Monday. But Monday is the first day of the week, and Muse is always clamoring for first dibs on my attention.
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