This week’s theme is the This Land Is My Land, 2 verses. So read the verses (in italic below) and see what you can come up with for a topic. Have fun and remember to find a theme within the verse. Most of all I hope you have fun.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.
I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps,
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.
The beautiful paddy fields
Temples, a part of our life
Our small University town, have been here for more than 32 years.
To our home together, this land was made for you and me:)
I think most of us have memories of certain things or people or something prepared by our close ones, which we consider as precious. We believe that anything similar can never come up to that standard.
My mother makes a sweet dessert from semolina and sugar and coconut which I think is best in the world. Prepared by anyone else just does not measure up to what my mother prepares. My children feel the same way about the ‘thove’ she prepares from ‘ toor dal’. They always ask her to make it for them.
We were talking about our memories recently. Our grandson and daughter had come for a short visit, to attend her best friend’s wedding. My parents too had come to enjoy the company of their great grandson. We all enjoyed his presence. All that he did was so very sweet. In later years they are going to be precious memories. My father was telling about his mother who passed away when he was only twelve. He has very few memories of her. He is now 83 but still remembers the taste of the sweet dessert she used to prepare from foxtail millet, jaggery and coconut milk. He grew up in the northern part of our state where millets are a staple diet . In the south we do not use them much. My mother had prepared the same dessert but my father says the one prepared by his mother was something special, no one could ever make it the same way. My mother does not mind because she has similar memories. 🙂 He wonders why he is so sure about the taste when his mother had been with him only for twelve years.
My father in law has similar memories . A certain sweet dessert prepared long ago by a relative is the best, according to him nobody can prepare it like that. He waxes eloquent about that taste.
I don’t know whether we look back through rose coloured spectacles and keep on adding something to that experience or are our memories so very clear? My mother tells me about her father. He was a special person and a loving grandfather. He loved to have his family around him. During our summer vacations , every evening we used to sit together and talk. Those were fun days and are sweet memories now. I hope our grandson will enjoy the company of his great grandparents for many more years and in later years will have sweet memories of them.
“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
― L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl
“Sun and lens flares can be annoying, but they can also be a serendipitous happening. A well-placed or timed flare can add a wonderful hazy, sleepy feeling to an image. It can give a nice backlit affect. There are also times when you add a flare of some kind to an image.”
This photo is in the premises of a temple, we had been to, last month. It is outside the sanctum sanctorum. this place is covered by metal roofings, as a protection against rain. The sun rays coming between the roof of the sanctum and the metal roof give a special feeling.
My husband with our daughter and her son:)
Today, we challenge you to show us what “express yourself” means to you. It could be the delightful, gummy grin of a baby grand-nephew, a message of love written with a biplane in the sky, the clenched fist of anger and frustration, or even a lunch with an attitude. This topic is wide-open and I can’t wait to see what you do with it. Have fun!
I loved this photo of my father with my grandson in evening sunlight coming in.
And of our grandson playing with this small toy.
This week’s theme is the Verse Two from the song My Favorite Things. So read the verse (in italic below) and see what you can come up with for a topic. Have fun and remember to find a theme within the verse. Most of all I hope you have fun.
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels, Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles, Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings, These are a few of my favorite things.
The beautiful, fragrant jasmine
The waters of this lake in our place seem to be Serenity personified. This is a man- made lake in our place. Long back, mud was removed to make tiles. Over the years this lake took shape. Our rains start in June and buy two months, the lake is full, the depth is about 100 feet. By November the rains stop. Now the water level has decreased a lot, but it never dries up completely.