The Question Game

[Karen Elizabeth]

oh yes ... sometimes more than others. This very hot morning, trying on one of my old summer dresses and realising sadly that someone younger and thinner should be getting the use of it now, sigh!!!

I feel younger in colder weather, somehow ...


what kind of weather do you prefer?

[Mia in Germany]

Dry and hot!

Do you like taking a walk in autumn mist?

[Karen Elizabeth]

Absolutely love it, though we dont get Autumn mists here, very rarely get mist of any sort






one of my favourite poems ever : Keats : To Autumn


Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.



whats one of your favourite poems?

[Mia in Germany]

One of Keats, funnily - he's one of my favourite poets. It's "Four seasons".

Do you generally like poetry?

[pammyowl]

I am quite boorish! I like Ogden Nash
A Drink With Something In It

There is something about a Martini,
A tingle remarkably pleasant;
A yellow, a mellow Martini;
I wish I had one at present.
There is something about a Martini,
Ere the dining and dancing begin,
And to tell you the truth,
It is not the vermouth--
I think that perhaps it's the gin.
Ogden Nash

[Karen Elizabeth]

pammy!!!!



No question, so I'll lead with what was your favourite subject at school?

[pammyowl]

Art

Glad you liked it! Here's another

Celery

Celery, raw
Develops the jaw,
But celery, stewed,
Is more quietly chewed.
Ogden Nash

Silly isn't he?

Your favorite subject in school?

[Karen Elizabeth]

English


which was your worst subject?

[Trinkets]

Math
Hated math

What was the last movie you saw in a theater?

[**Tammi**]

Jaws

What is your favorite Christmas treat?

[pammyowl]

My moms Swedish meatballs, so yum, or her spritz, (both posted BTW)

Yours favorite holiday treat?

[**Tammi**]

hmm...my fudge!

Will you be doing much Christmas shopping this yer?

[pammyowl]

No, just a few small things.

Do you have a big Christmas celebration?

[**Tammi**]

sometimes but not always. We're still in a bad economy regardless of what they want us to believe. Don't feel bad I'm not buyingmuch this year either.

Will you be doing a lot of baking for Christmas?

[pammyowl]

Yes, in fact, that will be most of my gift giving. Cookies, candy, caramel rolls, Stollen, etc.

You?