Coucou, Tim, no rapport with your post. Next time you'll go and visit your Mom, is it possible you ask her wonderful and yummy recipe to do ketchup ! Americans created ketchup... And there are lots of tomatoes at the self-gathering farm for the moment ! You may take a photo too or ask to me I'll give you one and you'll give the recipe to all your friends readers in a next post. Or it' secret, you may write it down in a old post on one of my blogs (jardin-de-marguerite is more quiet). I promise you, I'll keep it for me and tell to nobody. Thanks, dear Tim...
Hi, ginnie. Thanks for coming by. And, yes, there is just about always two sides to the same coin.
Thanks, minka. Glad you enjoyed it.
Thanks, abandoned in pasdena. Every once in a while I get in a poetic mood. Sometimes that's a way to express multiple emotions - sometimes reflecting the present, sometime reflecting the past, sometimes both.
Hi, cergie. It probably would be a great place to skim pebbles. And regarding my mom's recipe for ketchup, she might not have it anymore though I will ask. She made it when we were children but at some point decided that it was more work and more mess than she wanted to deal with. But no commercial ketchup ever tasted as good as hers.
Hi, san nakji. It's the Delaware River that forms the boundary between Pennsylvania and New Jersey and then Delaware and New Jersey. It feeds into the Delaware Bay shortly after Wilmington, Delaware which feeds into the Atlantic Ocean.
My mother did once such a delicious shrimp powder and she never did that after. It was a dry powder to put on rice or noddle ! Easy to keep in a food safe. Never mind for your mom's recipe. Just it's a pitty !
mlhkmnb Gorgeous ! Here all the letters from my father's family name ! Miss just E and R ! I had almost ( just plus a letter) the same name than the German chancellor.
My main blog: Ramblings generally focuses on telling a story via photography and words. These stories generally center around family, nature, and church although sometimes just about life in general. I also have a blog entitled Fingerprints. I post less frequently in Fingerprints. It serves as a catch all of anything that does not go in my Ramblings blog including memes, quizzes, and reports on books and movies.
The road awaits
Time doesn't
The road beckons
Time steps forward
Will we move
In step with time?
Will we step forward
Shaping our time?
Will we take time
To see the present?
Will we explore the past
And understand our heritage?
Will we laugh?
Will we wonder?
Will we touch?
Will we feel?
Time flies on
We have choices
Shall we go fast?
Shall we go slow?
We shall go forward
But we will choose the pace
We may dance with all our heart
Or bathe ourselves in a setting sun
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It's the Promise that always makes moving on possible! So glad you can see both sides of the same coin, from yesterday and today :)
"Rivulets of promise
Sojourns of joy"
just beautiful!
How poetic these last two posts have been. Lovely words Tim.
Beautiful river edge where walk and from where throw stones to skim pebbles.
Coucou, Tim, no rapport with your post.
Next time you'll go and visit your Mom, is it possible you ask her wonderful and yummy recipe to do ketchup !
Americans created ketchup...
And there are lots of tomatoes at the self-gathering farm for the moment !
You may take a photo too or ask to me I'll give you one and you'll give the recipe to all your friends readers in a next post.
Or it' secret, you may write it down in a old post on one of my blogs (jardin-de-marguerite is more quiet).
I promise you, I'll keep it for me and tell to nobody.
Thanks, dear Tim...
Hi, ginnie. Thanks for coming by. And, yes, there is just about always two sides to the same coin.
Thanks, minka. Glad you enjoyed it.
Thanks, abandoned in pasdena. Every once in a while I get in a poetic mood. Sometimes that's a way to express multiple emotions - sometimes reflecting the present, sometime reflecting the past, sometimes both.
Hi, cergie. It probably would be a great place to skim pebbles. And regarding my mom's recipe for ketchup, she might not have it anymore though I will ask. She made it when we were children but at some point decided that it was more work and more mess than she wanted to deal with. But no commercial ketchup ever tasted as good as hers.
Which river is this Tim and where does it go?
Hi, san nakji. It's the Delaware River that forms the boundary between Pennsylvania and New Jersey and then Delaware and New Jersey. It feeds into the Delaware Bay shortly after Wilmington, Delaware which feeds into the Atlantic Ocean.
My mother did once such a delicious shrimp powder and she never did that after.
It was a dry powder to put on rice or noddle !
Easy to keep in a food safe.
Never mind for your mom's recipe.
Just it's a pitty !
mlhkmnb
Gorgeous !
Here all the letters from my father's family name ! Miss just E and R !
I had almost ( just plus a letter) the same name than the German chancellor.
Thanks, cergie, for sharing some of your memories of your mom.
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