I was trying to get into the spirit. Was going to make something with pumpkin. Then I was going to make an egg and cheese casserole for breakfast. While grocery shopping a few days ago. Hubby and I saw 4 managers in the store. They all were talking and hubby asked one of them a question. Suddenly the guy says "Here have some peppermint candy on us". It was a box of the candy - nice.
pixipixil
Nov 24, 2018
Good for you, Carol. I hope you like peppermint. I know I do. Hope you had a happy Thanksgiving.
carolsapple
Dec 14, 2018
Yes I did have a nice Thanksgiving. I made xmas cookies. Now I'm thinking of a chocolate mousse cake for xmas. I was thinking of making pumpkin cinnamon rolls and he said no. Maybe I'll make an egg and cheese casserole for xmas am. We were up in OH for a wedding at a B&B. The owner served it and told us verbally how to make it so I copied it down. Received a call saying someone was mad because I hung up on her. lol
I noticed a lot of people are missing their mothers especially at this time of the year and I wrote this after my mother passed away in 1996.
LAST BREATH
By Hazel King
Lines etched deeply
across weather-beaten brow,
A lifetime of experience
showing on a care-worn face.
Caring too much
for the well being of
a child.....
Reaching out a frail hand
Skin translucent
With brown spots of age.
Rocking gently
in the afternoon sun
Watching myriad coloured skies
as the sinking sun
sets the clouds afire.
Reflecting on past times
some joyful
some sad
some poignant.
She rests her head
against the timbered chair.
Thoughts of yesteryear
Bringing a whimsical smile
to a face which is
an artist's dream.
The said, "Gobble, gobble." And so we will!
LAST BREATH
By Hazel King
Lines etched deeply
across weather-beaten brow,
A lifetime of experience
showing on a care-worn face.
Caring too much
for the well being of
a child.....
Reaching out a frail hand
Skin translucent
With brown spots of age.
Rocking gently
in the afternoon sun
Watching myriad coloured skies
as the sinking sun
sets the clouds afire.
Reflecting on past times
some joyful
some sad
some poignant.
She rests her head
against the timbered chair.
Thoughts of yesteryear
Bringing a whimsical smile
to a face which is
an artist's dream.
And as the fiery sun
fades slowly from the skies,
In ever increasing darkness
she draws her last breath
and dies.....©
{488.31.7.1997}
God bless all of you. Hugs.