Another sunset.  Another chapter closing.  Another winter migrating its way to the extreme south where warmth ceases and the cold increases.

This recipe comes highly recommended by our friends Carol & Charlie.  Frozen bananas, mix, done.  Ah, yeah, can we say YUMMMMM!?!  Seriously, it DOES taste just like ice cream.  Loving it.  Add a spoonful of organic peanut butter and a spoonful of dark chocolate for a really decadent treat!

My husband is so sweet!  Look at the adorable card he picked up for me last week when I was sick.  It gave me a chuckle and brightened my day.

I love that man… and our pups:)

The dry bones of old industry waiting for their renewal putrefy in the malaise of the Midwest.  The wind carries their dust and penetrates the lungs with every breath.  “We used to be useful,” they woefully mourn, hoping for a day when the jobs come back and grey skies float away.

Fitting image for a refrain in a bluesy tune I wrote years ago:

“Come on down and sing the devil’s blues/Well your friends are there and we’ll be there.”

Spring is on the rise.  It left its home in a timely manner.  Fifteen minutes to spare to account for the unaccountable.  Traffic and road construction were not an issue on its journey.  Needless to say, it arrived a little early.

I actually cooked this meal up for the hubby and it was pretty dang good.  Organic butternut squash soup with dollop of light sour cream, chopped apples and cracked pepper.  I paired this with goat cheese crostini and artichoke medley, which I seasoned with parmesan cheese, salt, pepper, and freshly minced garlic.  Steven was delighted… I was happy that I didn’t burn anything!

Drilling, screwing, stripping.  Dirty minds and the double entendres of my tool (there’s another one) bench.

Pray for the departed souls of our wars and heroes unsung.

The old Quonset hut across from the only bar our town had ever known changed our lives that winter.  We could never pin-point exactly what it was, but only knew we’d never be the same.  Some folks say it was God’s way of getting back at the town for allowing the heathen and their godless ways to take foothold.  Some say it was just plain ole fate for letting a mass infestation of rats and other vermin laden with all kinds of disease to go about their business right where we lived and where our children played.   What ever it was, and for whatever reason, the resulting plague swept across the nation like a summer thunderstorm on the great plains.