Diary from the path least traveled…
Stopping in briefly to share a few thoughts before finishing last week and preparing for next week..a quiet pleasant Sunday today, unlike first of last week when had a few storms venture through..stayed relatively unscathed here but neighbors trees took a blow, took down some large limbs…
Busy last week getting tasks accomplished and making preparations for the heat wave for most of next week…suppose to be more like the Amazon or the Congo than the prairies of Illinois… you can see what my cucumbers think of the tropical heat…
With the climate change, that will be something to expect and the long range forecast through September is above normal temperatures… I moved things around the house into “cool” areas so I can avoid creating heat inside…also got all my supper meals together for next week, wrapped up and back in freezer, no cooking but for the microwave, once done, I did get the cucumbers sliced and in a container…
Then I started on the zucchini… first thought I would make bread but decided to slice them instead and put in toaster oven…
I seasoned the zucchini with Parmesan cheese, ground garlic, pepper and a good coating of butter and then put them on a cookie sheet to freeze individually..
Put them in zip-loc bags and I can get out however many I wish to eat at a given time…better and not as messy or time consuming as making bread… 🙂 and so in leaving, will not spoil the day by dwelling on the news, but will leave some poems, the first one I did not write but dedicate it to all those hold work and fortune above all else..
“”Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture or write a letter,
Spend time with a friend, bake a cake or plant a seed,
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear, songs to sing and books to read,
Friends to cherish and a life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there,
With the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain.
As this day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go — and go you must,
You, yourself will make more dust! “”
A tongue can accuse and carry bad news
The seeds of distrust, it can sow,
So unless you know the truth, that it is not gossip
Be careful of stones that you throw.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller 6-10-2008)
Thoughts Of You, My Friend
The garden roses are red
The backyard violets are blue,
Brightness, delicacy, and warmth to behold
That starts me to think of you!
Your beauty, inside and out
That brightens the darkest skies,
Can feel the glowing warmth
Of your lovely, soft, eyes!
Your lovely soft hands
Used with passionate gentleness
Delicate nimble fingers
With a touch of tenderness
And there are your thoughts
That I cherish and treasure,
That I value so highly
They are beyond measure!
One who ventures ever forward
Facing life without dread or fear,
Yet not letting go of the precious past
Holding on to all that is dear,
A few thoughts of you, my friend
Coming from the heart
Thoughts that will never end
Even though in life, we may part.
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller, 1-1-2009)
That being said, will take my leave (is that cheering I hear?… 🙂 ) and venture on down the path least traveled..maybe some rain later but with rain comes the rainbow..so bye (never say goodbye, sounds too much like forever) for now and will return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….
And while venturing down the path, will keep advice from the Seekers in mind…