building with stone....

http://www.tickld.com/x/this-guy-just-changed-the-way-we-seecalvin-and-hobbes

good

http://www.offgridquest.com/green/682-187-herbs-superlist

economists estimate that Americans spend more than $1 billion each year on Father’s Day gifts.

save the 1 billion and just visit or call....

http://www.history.com/topics/holidays/fathers-day

Happy Fathers Day...

http://www.wimp.com/trombonehappy/

so when do we stop blaming the left or the right and admit this is 'our' fault.......

The first chapter of In Flanders Fields and Other Poems, a 1919 collection of McCrae's works, gives the text of the poem as follows:

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
   Loved and were loved, and now we lie
         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
         In Flanders fields.

http://johnspeweik.com/2011/10/27/the-lime-cycle/


http://www.lifebuzz.com/kitchen/#!OYOJS

As we plunge through life.......

As we plunge through life.......

Not a lot of time left........know any Veterans who need to go visit??

http://www.honorflight.org/

Tom and the crew by the end of April......a week of rain has left us a little wrinkled!

I guess things could be worse...........................

As we sit in our comfy chair eating colored eggs..............
The sun rises up over the vast cityscape of Jerusalem, lighting the white limestone walls of the old city and creeping over buildings. Just north of the walls, a garden sits undisturbed.
Shortly, a throng of tourists will arrive and take their spots on the benches overlooking the garden. Some will descend the steps to the lowest point in the garden, quietly duck through a door carved in stone, and stare reverently into a hollowed portion of the rock where a body was laid to rest about two thousand years ago. As they leave, they will notice a sign on the door: “He is not here, for He is risen.”

Sorry for the political skew this morning...

 

So you don't have time to get involved.....that's OK, the extremest will take it from here.

 

Water bomber......