Happy Easter


Each year, I plant more and more tulip bulbs.  Tulips are perennial, therefore they continue to grow each year. This year, the cooler weather has clung to the area.  Warm days cede to cool nights.  My tulips say it is time to grow.  They poke their heads out, testing the waters and scoff in the face of subfreezing temps.

Often it is easier to stay in our shell.  It is easier to keep our heads down and go with the status quo. It is less painful to take the easy path.

Tomorrow is Easter.  As most know, it is not about candy and bunnies. It is about the love and mercy, more importantly the salvation through Jesus Christ.


I wish you the best in all you do. Make each day count.

Make It Fun!

God Bless


Springtime in North Carolina, Possibilities

There is so much to do in North Carolina with mountains in the west, large cities and the Triangle in the middle, sandhills, swamps, farmland, and all the beaches. As spring finally presents itself, right and proper, I popped down to Fayetteville near Fort Bragg, North Carolina. I spent the morning on a day hike with the family and some friends.  We set out at the Cape Fear River Trail.  Many runners, dog owners, and cyclists were enjoying the cool, moist morning.  Approximately five rain drops found their way to my skin then the clouds danced on.  Soccer players (footballers) were enjoying the morning batting the ball around and chasing it, cheering each other.  Small violet flowers were in bloom.



The path wound this way and that. The kids played tag, running here and there.  Dogs met and sniffed.


Water trickled down the hills, finding its way toward the river and eventually the ocean.


Train tracks flitted through the underbrush and eventually displayed in great grandeur a trestle bridge.


Foot paths and bridges connected the hills.



I enjoyed the morning.  Kids were pretending sticks were bow and arrows and they were as tall as trees riding on my shoulders.  My wife enjoyed a run with friends. We returned home. I put on Doctor Who; Vincent and the Doctor.  The episode where the Doctor and Amy meet Vincent Van Gogh and show him how much his life of torment has made in the lives of others. What if you could really make a difference in someone’s life? What if you could show them through your eyes and your heart just how much of a difference they make in the world? What if you could see just how important your own existence truly is?  Take a moment and think on this.


Make It Fun!

God Bless.

All the photos were borrowed from my friend at http://yerttle.wordpress.com.  I must give her the credit.  Thanks for a great day out!!



Most weekends, I saunter down the steps, bleary eyed.  I step on Lego pieces, scratch my head and pry my eyes open.  I begin with small sips of dark black aromatic liquid and then begin guzzling it by the cupful.  As coffee begins to kick start my day, I transform the stove to a low setting, crack a few eggs and pilfer the fridge.  I start a kettle of water to make hot coffee for my wife.  I don’t care for hot coffee. I can not drink it fast enough and burns my mouth.  I like tepid, room temp or cold coffee.  I can drink it like a professional athlete knocking back sports drinks! Oh, and how I go.  My energy levels kick into full swing and WEEEEEEEEE, it’s a new day!

I like to make omelets or cheesy eggs, crepes or pancakes, and turkey bacon or a sweet sausage.  Last week during St. Patrick’s Day weekend, the kids all had green milk.  When I pulled the glass container of milk from a local co-op out of the fridge, they had looks of interest and concern of the green stuff.  I had placed food color in while they were in bed however they were under the belief that an elf had changed it during the night. Maybe I had suggested it.

While my family watched Wreck It Ralph,  I started some omelets.   I scrambled two eggs for each omelet, poured them into a nonstick pan on a low setting the swirled them around the pan to coat it. As the  eggs began to cook, I trimmed the tree part of broccoli into half the omelet, added some cooked Maple and Sage Chicken sausage from a local farm.  I first cooked the sausage then trimmed it to dime sized discs on half the omelet.  I added bruschetta my wife had made the night before. (bruschetta=tomatoes and bell peppers with a hint of garlic, crushed red pepper, salt, fresh basil and olive oil). I added shredded cheese and folded the plain side on top of the busy side of the omelet.   When I was satisfied that side had been cooked thoroughly, I flipped the whole thing over and spread a small amount of shredded cheese on the top.

I placed the omelet on the plate and then drizzled a layer of shredded cheese into the empty nonstick pan to make cheese crisps (cracklings or whatever other name you want to call it).  Basically, fried cheese.

There were lots of smiles.  Younger kids may not appreciate the vegetables as much, however plain cheese omelets tend to be better appreciated.

I had considered adding quinoa and chia seeds to the eggy mixture for more fiber and protein.  Should any of you try it, let me know what you think of it! Omit the sausage for a vegetarian dish.

You might check out olive oil from Green Gate Olive Oil company located in Pinehurst and in Winston-Salem, North Carolina.  A friend recommended this and I picked some up while visiting there. Check them out.

See my other post titled Crepes Are Fun.




Enjoy and have a great weekend!


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Happy Saint Patrick’s Day


Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!  I had someone tell me today, “Erin Go Bragh”!  I have heard this saying and have read it many times however, was not really sure what it meant.  So, I googled it.   According to the all knowing wikipedia, it means “Ireland forever” or “until the end of time”.    It appears Ireland shall stand til the end of time. (stained glass pics from wikipedia)

Once upon a time, Ireland was ransacked by England, Vikings and others who wanted to control the vast beauty and resources.  The story of Ireland has been rich in struggle. Whether it pertained to famine, religion, land, or other worldly desires, Ireland and its inhabitants have been the subject of much persecution and struggle.

Thankfully, the Irish and their descendants have been a hearty, resilient group of people who overcome.

Traditional Irish dance has become even more popular, in its own right and with exposure to performing dance troupes such as Lord of The Dance and Riverdance.

Irish music is often known in a folk sense, with a tin whistle and violin, or sung in pubs and bars in a raucously joyous imbibement,  yet rock bands such as Van Morrison, U2, and Rory Gallagher have demonstrated to the world the varied tones and feelings that have transcended the millennia.

In the mid to late 1990s, Ireland began to financially prosper with travel and tourism, lower business tax brought pharmaceutical and computer/internet companies to the Island nation.  In the late 1990s, the internet began to take off as we know and use it today. Ireland helped lead that charge.

Today is known around the world as Saint Patrick’s Day.  It is often showered with people purposefully placing, at a minimum, a speck of green so as to avoid the ensuing pinch by friends. Occasionally, the color orange is added to demonstrate one’s loyalty to protestant faith and in William of Orange.  The struggle continues in differences in professing faith.

There was a time, a man roamed the Island named Patrick.  He was born in Scotland, was kidnapped and taken to Ireland. He prayed often whilst held by his captors, living among the pagans and Druids.  He became a priest then later a bishop. He spent the rest of his life spreading Christianity and demonstrated the Holy Trinity through the three leaves of a clover.

When in Cashel, I stopped at the historic landmark of The Rock of Cashel (my own photos will be added) where it was said that Patrick was sharing Christianity with the locals. The locals were fearful as they thought they had to endure the same fate as their king standing before them with Patrick. It was reported that as Patrick spoke, he inadvertently planted his staff into the foot of the king as he spoke.  Many thought to convert, they too would have to have the staff thrust into their feet.  An interesting story and tale, though I have never seen this in writing anywhere to validate it, though I like it the same.

Green or Orange? Regardless of one’s political or religious views, despite where one lives, there are plenty of things that divide all of us.  Patrick professed Christianity and demonstrated love and peace. St. Patrick can and should be shared by all.  If you feel you should wear a color to celebrate the day, choose blue.  Blue was the color of St. Patrick.  However, if you happen to see green or orange this St. Patrick’s Day, shake hands, enjoy a pint together, drown a shamrock, laugh, and maybe even pray together.

Ireland is a beautiful, colorful, vibrant country and the people are even more so.  Add it to your bucket list of places to go and to experience.

Make It Fun!

God Bless.


http://www.cashel.ie/tourism.php?sect=Town%20Trail   (Photo of Cross borrowed from this site).