GRITS FLASH!!! For all you grits fans, here's a LINK to some great recipes, as well as an explanation of the difference between hominy grits and stone ground.
(Vagabonde has pointed out that these recipes are full of typos -- here's ANOTHER LINK
to the place the grits came from and some more recipes -- maybe more usable.)
Now, back to the post of the day.
I have this second picture as the 'wallpaper' on my computer screen and every time I see it, I think of dancing figures.
And some lines of poetry start running through my head.
Here they are, in the final stanza of William Butler Yeats' "Among School Children."
I have this second picture as the 'wallpaper' on my computer screen and every time I see it, I think of dancing figures.
And some lines of poetry start running through my head.
Here they are, in the final stanza of William Butler Yeats' "Among School Children."
Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
8 comments:
You been slipping into that Poetry Room down the hall from your class? WONDERFUL! xoxo
Loved the photo but it mad me sad. Today tree trimmers are doing surgery in our yard. Two overgrown live oaks to be trimmed, one rotten pin oak down, one walnut down, two stumps ground (one of which held my birdbath so the dish is temporarily on the ground), and assorted trimming. I had to leave because i wanted to cry. It had to be done but I hate seeing trees cut.
Vicki - Just wanted to let you know according to today's Chicago Tribune today is "Answer your Cat's Questions Day" so let me know what Eddie and Miss Susie are asking!! LOL
As branches bear fruit, images bear poetry!
Lovely thoughtful post Vicki.
Carol's BACK!
Our yard is a scene of devastation, Pepper a good bet will require a professional arborist -- oh, the pain in the wallet.
Liz, I sent you pics of the cats in their Garbo mode ( I vant to be alone) but a suppertime Miss Susie Hutchins decided that what she wanted was a bit of pork.
I love these dancing twigs, Merisi.
Thank you, Martin!
I do like that stark branch against the blue sky – it shows buds emerging – showing hope – life out of the starkness. But now about serious matters - I looked at the Grits link and it has some interesting recipes but did you notice that there are a lot of typos? In the ingredients? Instead of ½ cup or 1/3 cup it says é or ç and I don’t know what this represents. When I need to use the French accents I have to copy them from a text because I don’t know how to obtain them from my keyboard, so I don’t know what they represent. Look at the Yellow Corn relish it says é cup scallions and ç cup red pepper. What is that ?
Good grief! My husband sent me that link and I glanced at it briefly and never noticed those typos or whatever they are! I even printed out the whole thing!
I'll see what I can find out -- meanwhile, I'd probably use those recipes as 'inspiration' and just use my judgment on the amounts. So sorry!
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