It is a gray, cold, crisp morning here in Kentucky. There may be snow later today so far this season we have only had a dusting of the powdery flakes. The snow birds seem invigorated as they hop and flit in my back yard and the bright orange of the Mamma Cardinal’s beak is one bright flash of color in the bleakness. The only other touches of brightness are the holly berries on my giant bush; they are in flame against the denseness of Mamma bush as they ...
Updated 02-13-2012 at 02:18 PM by RheaB
"Yes!" I answered with a laugh, "I just ate the whole thing." My granddaughter has a taste for sour food also but never had she seen me in my complete lemon mode. This is how it happens; I choose a soft-skinned fruit, and slice through the circumference removing the seeds; I pierce the sections with a fork tine, then I pop it in the microwave for six seconds to release even more juice. Now is the time I pucker up and squeeze, lick, suck, ...
Updated 04-07-2011 at 05:16 AM by RheaB
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