august 28th at the hyde park farmers' market, it was really hot. the flowers shone in the morning sun, and an icy drink was perfect. while we enjoy winter, it's hard to imagine the baking sun. aaah. vitamin d from a picture. what's happening this weekend? joy to you.
when running on empty downtown streets with the group, i stay close. yesterday i stopped on the bridge to take a picture, and never saw the friend i was running with again. he ran ahead, and we must have joined different pace groups. there were maybe 100 runners total.
someday i'll come down with a car and a real camera, but in the meantime you can see that it's beautiful, urban, and dark. happily, not raining yesterday. joy to you!
one day when we lived in kansas city and my son was a toddler, i was trying to light the gas fireplace. the flames shot out and burned my eyebrows. it terrified me. what would have happened if i had gotten on fire, and my little one was playing behind me? i never used the fireplace again. we've lived now in this house for seven years, and never used it here either. until this christmas, when i got the best gift. my husband had a fireplace company come and check it, fix it up, and make it so easy to turn on and off. it warms up our family room. so for belated monday colors, here are the colors of cozy (and safe). what's beautiful where you are?
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate—we cannot consecrate—we cannot hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom— and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
address at gettysburg, nov. 19th, 1863
our class has a beautifully illustrated book of this address, and we challenged our third graders to read it repeatedly and present it to the class. many took the challenge, and we could see them rehearsing and pulling meaning out of the big words. the little ones (1st and 2nd graders in our multi-grade class) were patient, listening to the same words more than once. inspiring beauty. happy president's day.
my husband comes from a wonderful italian family. there's always a good reason to get together and celebrate. the frosted cookies were delicious, but these peanut butter ones are a favorite. thanks gina and julia! happy valentine's day. do you celebrate today?
in cincinnati, it's cold with a bit of snow, but in my blog's corner of the world, this week we're on summer break. it's time to relax and enjoy the colors of summer, courtesy of franklin park conservatory in columbus, ohio. here it's warm, and chihuly's brilliant-colored glass is found everywhere - even in the koi pond. no sunscreen required. what's new where you are?