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The elusive clover

The elusive clover

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca, Spanish Poet and Playright, 1600-1681

Shamrock (or Clover) is the Capture Your 365 prompt for today, but we were also given a little wiggle room with a second choice of Green.  I almost had to take it because finding a clover, any clover, was not easy.  This one was sticking its little head out of the water at the edge of the pond.  We had a lot of rain overnight and the pond level is above where it should be, the water spreading out on the lawn.  Not that it matters.  It’s all one big puddle out there today.

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What’s for dinner?

New Year's Day

New Year’s Day dinner.  Field Roast with apples and sauerkraut.

You can’t possibly ask me to go without having some dinner.  It’s absurd.  I never go without my dinner.  No one ever does, except vegetarians and people like that.

~ Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

Oscar Wilde wasn’t quite right.  Vegetarians (and people like that) don’t go without their dinners either (most of the time), but I imagine some people don’t consider a vegetarian meal a true meal in and of itself (and would probably walk away from the table hungry because they don’t consider it a true meal).  The other thing he didn’t mention is that some vegetarians forget all about photographing their meals and find themselves nearly finished eating before they do remember.  Ooops.  Too late.

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Time in a bottle

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It is a rainy, dreary, doldrums kind of day here in the Bogs.  Rather than write about that and show you gray, dreary, dull images, I turned to the The Daily Post for some inspiration.  The Daily Prompt for today is:  Time Capsule.

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Nothin’ much

Nothin’ much

What was after the universe?  Nothing.  But was there anything round the universe to show where it stopped before the nothing place began?  It could not be a wall; but there could be a thin line there all round everything.

~ James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

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