I have changed up my blog site all and you may notice I have taken blogs I follow off from my widgets. This is because I seem to stop getting peoples post on my reader after the allotted 50 blogs I follow is complete. I have also finally managed to do an gravator which is of a bumble bee as I have no good photo’s of myself. Probably from a life time of being camera shy.
I had wanted to mention here that my bumble population has increased a great deal from last year. They seem to be as many as twenty and still buzz around with a great deal of playfulness. I need to get more time to post this information to bumblebeewatch.org. Here is a map I found on their site that shows the areas of reported bumble bee reports but can not find the list of the species of these bumbles.
Bumble Bee map
A couple of nights ago while listening to Coast to Coast Am, straight to coast to coast web site, I heard the Sounds of Silence by Paul Simon. Man this is a great song loved it then and love it now but while listening to it I heard something different. I heard a revelation of the way we think and a idea of what we are living through today. It struck me that this song may have be a warning to us written with love from a musical poet. I will give you the lyrics and read them with the headlines in your mind and see what you think. I will then give you some links to hear the song if you would like.
The Sounds of Silence
Simon & Garfunkel
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls”
And whispered in the sounds of silence
Songwriters: PAUL SIMON
© Universal Music Publishing Group
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: LyricFind
Simon And Garfunkel
Such a great song and makes me stand back in awe thinking why do I write. Can I touch such a master of words NO but I am impressed to not be a silent voice but one that speaks and hears with out reach feelings of love.
Sounds of Silence .
I have been having a time getting these little seedlings to grow. Started them inside but they kept wilting away. My daughter said perhaps the moisture in the house was to much for them so took them outside to keep the moisture down and even. Seems to be working at least on this pot. They are starting their second leaves now.
Creole tomato myths vs. facts: There is not just one type of ‘Creole’. Creole tomatoes are not a particular cultivar. When farmers in Plaquemines and St. Bernard parishes called their tomatoes Creole, it meant they were grown in the rich alluvial soil of the area and vine ripened because they did not have to be transported far to market.
Creole tomato myths vs. facts: There is not just one ,
I wanted to give a shout out to a new brand of coffee (for me) that I have tried this past week. I had gone shopping and discovered it up on the top shelf and well it spoke to me so I looked at it and discovered that like Community Coffee it is grown here in Louisiana so I had to give it a try.
It is a beautiful coffee full body without the bitterness and very excellent flavor. Just love it so I am including a link here for anyone who would like to check it out. Frenchmarket Coffee
Hurriedly she rushes along
as a butterfly gathering
its daytime meals from flowers full of color
being careful as she goes along
to care for each and gather
to herself the ideas and hopes of others
not forgetting that beauty lies
within the spirit and soul
which she tends with delight
no love lost here
free lance poem by Karen Smith
found in a crown
divers risk the waters
always the rarest sought
given to love longed most
symbol of purity’s given pride
a picture of God’s greatest gift
My attempt at a Etheree poem Ramblingsofawriter2016.com see this link for more info