Tomorrow Everyone is Irish March 16, 2021

“May you be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you are dead”

An old Irish Blessing.

I have a little Irish in my DNA. But on St. PATRICKS DAY ,I will wear green and offer Irish blessings.

I decided to have an Irish dinner on Sunday ,when I had more time to cook. I bought the cabbege, potatoes, carrots, Irish soda bread and corned beef. For those of you who wonder what corned beef is. It is a beef brisket salted with spices to soften and tenderize the meat. The trational salt used was rock salt. The salt pieces were refered to as corns. So the meat was corned beef.

The corned beef comes in a bag. I forgot that the liqhid is red with blood. I rinsed the meat and patted it dry. My husband came to the kitchhen and wonder what I had cut. There was blood on the floor tiles, in the sink and on a towel I patted the meat dry with. This was funny after I explained where the blood was from.

The meat was covered with broth h and spices from the included spice packet. The meat was put in a dutch oven to simmer for 2 and 1 half hours. The carrots and potatoes were added and cooking continued for 40 minutes. Quarters of cabbage were added and cooking continued for 15 minutes. The point was the dinner took 4 hours to prepare, cook and watch, The meal was served and finished in less than fifteen mintues. How did our grandparents have the time to cook such special meals. I bought my Soda bread, but the preparatioon for that treat would have made the prep time another 2 hours.

How many people know how to cook and have the time to do it? I looked at my donations to the local food bank. It was full of soups , spagetti sauce and pasta. I thought that I might add more meat in cans and increase peanut butter and jam. The last thing people need is food that takes a long time to cook.

I did enjoy my Irish meal. I have two containers filled with left overs. But I would not work so hard to produce the meal again just for the two of us.

So tomorrow wear greeen. Have a green food and think of blessing the people in your friend and family circle.



a Blessing

In the Irish spirit of

St. Pat,

Raise a toast to your family and friends

In the hope that a new beginning of wellness,

Springs forth as the green shoots reach for light.

Hugging each person with blessings not fear.

copyright 3/16/2021

Pi Anyone? March 11,2021

This Sunday is National Pi Day. My daughter, Ruth a mathematician, has celebrated ths day since she was in high school. She and her friends purchased shirts with the Pi symbol. The shirts had a catchy slogan such as, “Share some Pi with me,” or “There is more than enough Pi to go around.”

Pi helped her to have a ship board romance. We were on a cruise to Alaska. Ruth, a 17 year old was too old to be in the teen group. One morning, she was in the ship’s shop and wearing her Pi shirt. A young man approached her remarking,”I like your shirt!” They struck up a conversation and aggreed to meet in the game room later.

The young man was traveling with his family and a year older than Ruth. There was a miscommunation and they didn’t meet later that day. We encouraged her to call his cabin. Returnng from dinner, Ruth found a return message on our cabin’s phone.

“If you want to try to meet again, I guess we could meet at the game room sometime…” Our daughter was crushed. My husband took the phone to disconnect. Instead, he listened and a smile formed on his lips.

“Sunshine, you better listen to the rest of this message.” After the young man was done, you can hear his sister lambasting him with comments,”That is no way to ask for a date.” Call her again and ask to meet now.” You and I could have dates for the show this evening.”

Soon, Jeff and Ruth were hanging around together with his sister and her date. She enjoyed the rest of the ship board time.

So with the idea that Pi can bring people together, I have a gift of a Pi poem for your enjoyment. Each line has the number of syllables that are in the progression of Pi’s string . The blank line is the zero. Enjoy sharing Pie.



A tasty Pi Poem

A tasty Pi Poem

Apple pie


in the oven


of sesame oil,

ingredients are, mixed ball is formed,

rolled thin,

in between waxed papers

lifted carefully to

the pie pan.

Fingers push air out,

to form a seal around the pan.

apples are sliced, sugared, and ready,

poured into the pastry pan

awaiting for a pastry crust cover

roll the dough

till thin

peel paper

lift carefully to cover the pie

dot with butter

flute the edge of the crust

to seal

sugar mixture thickens

with cooked apples

cut top holes

for steam vents

bubbling and browning will start,

through the vents

of crust

aroma fills the kitchen

soon its time to open and remove

the bubbling pie

it tempts….

but please wait until it is cool!

Carol Farnsworth

copyright 3-11-21

Is Really Spring? March 9, 2021

Today is a day of firsts. We had the first tandem ride of the season. The ten mile trip to the library and back was delightful. This is also the first anniversary of this blog. I hope you have enjoyed the road. In the coming weeks, there will be some changes to the look and feel of this welcoming space.

Here in the upper Mid-west the increased hours of sun in the day signal that we are starting spring. The ground is covered with a chilly blanket of snow. The water is starting to drip down gutters, driveways and roads.

I look outside straining to see any touch of green in the unbroken white.

The pointed leaves of lenten rose poke through the winter cover to reach the warming sunlight. They will soon blossen even before the last of the snow is gone.

I search the areas where tiny crean snowdrops raise their blosoming heads above the snow.

When the white cover has melted to a brown and grey hue, I look forward to crocuses in Easter colors circling the trunk of the red maple with thickening buds.

Garlic, rhubarb and asparagus shoots will soon follow.

Before you know it, Spring is in full bloom.



Sun warming

snowdrops on the hill

herald spring

Carol Farnsworth

copyright 3/9/21

What we say, how we say it March 4, 2021

Today is National Grammer Day. It was established in 2008 by Martha Brockenbrook , a school teacher sought to promote good grammer in her student’s speech and writing. The day was Nationalized by President George W. Bush .

What is language without the rules of grammer. They are the framework for understanding each other’s words and writings.

Many of us have cringed when a grammer rule is bent or broken. But what can we do to help?

I find filler words in conversations hard to listen to. When I hear a string of fillers, I know that the speaker is uncomfortable with silent pauses and must keep the speech stream continuing. Examples of fillers are,”and um”, “you know”, “like”,”er”, “right and “ok”. When I an having a conversation with an individual that has the habit of using fillers, I wait until they finish their thought. Then I will repeat the information with the question, “I believe that you said …” Using the information minus the filler words under the guise of accurate information will give a concise example . Asking for clarification takes the stress from the speaker. They may find that hearing a sentence without fillers gives clear communicaton.

Today, I will strive to use good grammer in my writing and speech. By using the building blocks of grammer to bolster theunderstanding of language.

I will be the example of good grammer in my home, community and world. One article or conversation at a time.



Wayward Pronoun

Who is on second?

Has he left the bag?

I think of him as a stealer.

No! he is going for third.

A throw towards him missed

His speed saved himself from the tag.

I hope he stays there.

He is inching the base

Playing dare with the others.

A ball goes over his head..

He goes past third towards home

Wow, slide! He can’t believe himself.

He is safe.

Copyright 2021

Carol Farnsworth

My Number is up, March 2, 2021

I have never been in the draft, nor won in the lottery. But I felt elated and surprized last Friday when I received the call. “We have open appointments for today from 12 to 4. what time would you perfer?”

My name finally came for the vaccination for the Carona virus. Now , how would I get there? The call came at 10 am. Two hours before the first appointment. If I had to call for a ride, it would leave me little time to get there.

The vaccine center was 9 miles away. It was in the pharmacy area of a larger food store that I was not familiar with.

I was fortunate that my husband had no other scheduled errands that afternoon.

We arrived fifteen minutes before the appointment time. We were herded to a line for the first check in. I was asked my name , birthdate and that information was checked with the list of registered recipients. Then we were ushered to another area to check the number of vaccines to be given.I was asked to answer a questionnaire similar to the one to register initially. A third station checked my I.D. and requested a insurance card and the last 4 digits of my social security munber. I guess that was for billing purposes.

Finally, I was faced with the person that would administer the shot. The shot was quick with a very small needle. Finally, I was directed to sit in a waiting area to check for reactions from the vaccine.

Through the whole procedure, I had no clue where I should go or what to do. The areas were vibrating with voices and echos. Even when I increased the volume of my hearing aids, I could hear only a portion of the questions posed to me. At each station, social distancing prevented me from asking others for information. I was alone in a crowd.

Before I left, I had an appointment for my second vaccination. Without the assistance of my husband I would have been lost. If you make an appointment in the future, be sure to request an assistance to walk with you through the area and mark your questionnaire for you. Be prepared even if that means deferring the vaccine for a week until you have talked to a person and secured a guide to help, discribe and guide you through the experience.

As to reations, I had a sore arm for 24 hours. It was similar to reactions from other vaccinations. A little preparation will ease your vaccination and help you and workers know what you need and don’t need.



A Little Poke

So much to do, before you’re called.

waiting, wanting to know what is going on.

Finally, you are in the crowd, herded,like cattle.

You reach the seat for the shot. And

a little poke and you are sent away.

Carol Farnsworth

One In A Million February 25, 2021

Today is my son-in-law’s birthday. Like many things in my life, Chris and I had a rocky start.

Seven and one half years ago, Ruth came home for Christmas. I didn’t know at the time but she was engaged to a young man named Chris. Ruth hoped that we would invite Chris to Christmas dinner. We didn’t know that they planned to marry two days after Christmas.

I found my daughter crying in her bedroom. I tried to tell her to give us some time to adjust to her boyfriend.

Ruth must have thought that we would disrupt her wedding so she and Chris married in a small ceremony at their condo. We were not told of the event.

Ruth and Chris posted the wedding on “Facebook”. My niece saw the post and told her parents, my younger brother Brian and his wife Ann. Brian called me up to wonder why he wasn’t invited to the wedding. I didn’t know what he was talking about.

Eventually, I called Ruth to ask what was going on. She admitted that she was married.

I indicated that I would like to meet this stranger that was my son-in-law. Ruth said, ” I will pick you up on Tuesday after work”. She pulled into the drive and drove us to a Panera Bread resturant. I think that they wanted neutral ground for the meeting.

Ruth and I ordered coffee and made small talk. A tall handsome man approached our table and smiling, kissed my daughter.

I put out my hand ,”This must be Chris”. He looked as nervous as I felt.

I don’t recall what we discussed, but by the conclusion of the evening, I remarked to Ruth, “I can understand why you are in love with him”.

During the evening I witnessed love and caring by the young couple for each other.

I gave my hurt feelings to God and decided to give them the chance they deserved.

It has now been over seven years and I still see a couple that shows affection and care for each other. They have weathered heart surgery, foot surgery, job losses and several house changes. Through all the highs and lows, Chris continues to love and support Ruth in her ambitions. She went back to college and pursued her doctorate and is finishing her dissertation. Through the long hours and time of seperation, Chris is Ruth’s number one cheering and support team.

Chris has called my husband and I Mom and Dad, this endears him to me. I have grown to love this tall man in my daughter’s life.

I have learned to forgive and look forward to many years with this addition to our family.

Happy Birthday Son!



Tall as the trees

A straight arrow

A smile that melts hearts

He looks into my eyes

With hopeI shed my fear

To give this love a chance.

Living In The Present February 23, 2021

“Yesterday is history,

Tomorrow is a mystery.

But today is a gift. That is why we call it the present.”

Quote by Helen Keller

My day starts with a cup of coffee in bed, talking with John. Whoever is up first, starts the brewing, and bring two mugs to the bedroom.We have shared this private time during our whole marraige. It is a time to discuss, share thoughts or be present for each other.

During the rest of the day, I start tasks but regrets from the day before invade my thoughts

You should have called Ruth” or “You forgot to send a birthday card to Pam.” I am not paying attention to my present task and spill Jiffy Mix on the floor.

Later I think of the next day’s meeting. I forget to run my blog through spell check.

“Sufficient onto the day is the evil thereof” Matt 6, 34. The passage warns to let tomorrow worry about itself. Today has enough worries of it’s own.

Like many people, I worry about the past and day dream about tomorrow, but I fail to live in the gift of the present.

“Live today as if it was your last, for some day it will be.”

Steve Jobs

How much time and energy do we invest in the past or future and ignore what is on our platter for this day? What can we do to change.

Mystics train themselves to think about the steps to complete the task at hand and then preform the task. When completed, the task is put aside and the next task is started. Our multi-task training rebels at this mindful working. In the long run, you will get more done and enjoy the process when you concentrate on one task to it’s completion .

As I age, I find staying on task and focus keeps me from forgetting a step. So this lent, I will try to be in the gift of the present and allow tommorow to take care of itself.



The Present

People line up their tasks.

Relying on memory to

Enjoy the multi-tasking each day.

Sadly, they think of yesterday’s work.

Even wondering what tommorow holds.

Not living in the moment,

Their time is running out.

Carol Farnsworth copyright 2/23/21

Two will be as One February 18,2021

Yesterday was our anniversary . Many couples have stories of their weeding day but how many couples fly to Las Vegas to have the nuptials performed?

The story begins with John and myself finding we were pregnant at age 36. All my friends at that age were taking fertility drugs to induce pregnancy. I thought , wrongly, that it must be hard to conceive at my age.We decided to marry and asked our parents if they would like to be there. My mother, who was not happy with us, stated,”We are going to Florida, just be married before we get back!” John’s mom decided that the trip would not be needed. I was disappointed and told John he could make the wedding arrangements . My only request that we have a minister rather than a justice of the peace.

We flew out to. Las Vegas on Sunday after Valentine’s Day. My brother , Brian, was flying to California for business. He detoured his destination to witness the wedding and fly out the next morning.

My soon to be husband booked a chapel named, ”Graceland” It was a small white building resembling a church. True to his word, we did have a black Pentecostal minister. After pulling him away from watching Magic Johnson playing a basket ball game, he gave us an old fashion service. To this day, my husband reminds that my vows were to, ”love, honor and obey” while his were to”love, honor and cherish”. He can get my liberal up by reminding me of my vows.

The small space was intimate . One of the biblical readings was from the book of Ruth. I elbowed John. He gave me a warning look. We had decided to name our daughter Ruth. I thought that the picking of that book was funny since she was there with us.

My brother was our witness and photographer. Good thing we had min with us, otherwise we would have had to pay extra for the services. With the paperwork completed ,a tip for the minister and a flat no to the plethora folder for the marriage license we were back in our room by midnight.

I couldn’t sleep so we both got up and went to explore the casino at 2 am. Though no one was playing the slots, the machines continued to ring bells and make noise as if people were hitting jackpots.

We wandered out to the Strip to walk and watch the sunrise. We found our rental car and took Brian to the airport to catch his flight to California.

The next day we drove to Death Valley for our Honeymoon .

Now we have been married for 29 years. We still cuddle, talk and love each other more than when we took those vows.

On the 16th, John took me to a neighborhood Italian restaurant. I had shrimp scampi and John had a house specialty sub. A Brazilian friend Joao, had told of special desserts that his chef friend served in his Italian eatery in Italy. The Struffoli, le Frappe, la Cicerchiata, le Castagnole were temping ,but John said that he would look up a recipe and make them for us soon.



one man

one woman

two minds

join together

to make one heart.

Carol Farnsworth copyright 2/18/21

Ashes to Ashes February 16, 2021

Today is known as Shrove Tuesday or the day before Ash Wednesday, the start of Lent. There are different practices surrounding Shrove Tuesday. Many ethnic groups take the day to clean out the sweets and fat from the home. My husband’s Polish family made Panczka’s, a fried twisted bread that is covered with powder sugar. These were made to use up the fat and sugar that would be limited in lent. Other countries have different foods for this day. The most popular food is pancakes. in Great Britain and France, the pancakes are crepe like and rolled up with fillings. In Ireland, people eat a type of potato pancake. In Russia, the pancakes are buckwheat pancakes served with caviar, sour cream or jelly. A friend told me about her Italian mother in law who would cook a crepe type of pancake with fresh shredded horseradish in the cake. Everyone was to take a small bite of the pancake. I think that the horseradish symbolized the bitterness of our life as in the Seder meal.

The day is set aside to contemplate and pray what changes a person will do in the 40 days of lent. Sometimes this takes the form of giving up a favorite food or activity. Other times the practice is fasting and more meditation and prayer time to be observed during lent.

On Ash Wednesday, a person may see a co-worker or a friend with a smear of ashes on the forehead or ashes sprinkled on the head. This may be startling but it is an opportunity to have a conversation and learn about another’s beliefs and practices.

The history of sprinkling ashes or anointing the forehead with the sign of the cross in ashes is less than 1000 years old. But Christians and other religious groups have used ashes to symbolize penance and remorse for sinful practices. The priest or minister will pull the ashes on each person while saying “You are ashes and to ashes will you will return.” In more modern times the minister may say, ”Repent and believe in the cross. The ashes are from the previous years palms from Palm Sunday. They are blessed and distributed through out Ash Wednesday.

There is no mandate to wear the ashes all day, but many Christians do wear the ashes as a reminder of the start of days of fasting and prayer.

In the Catholic church, Ash Wednesday and all the fridays of lent are meatless. In addition on Ash Wednesday and Good Friday, Adults are expected to fast with one meal or two small meals in the 24 hour period. This is the minimum requested but many Catholics and other Christians practice more fasting along with prayer time and bible reading.

On Ash Wednesday, some Christians limit their intake to bread and water to mimic Jesus in the desert.

This year, with the corona virus limits on crowds, many churches are placing ashes in an area for individuals to receive their own ashes.

Whatever way you chose to observe this day, a time of reflection and renewal coinciding with the renewal of nature gives a spirit of new starts and




The Cantical of ash

You are dust, and to dust you shall return.

But ash has a residue of

trace minerals

Farmers apply ash to fields to encourage new growth.

I embrace my ashes

to burn away distractions

leaving only my core

I embrace, follow and believe.

copyright 2-16-21

Dreaming of Summer February 11, 2021

As I watch the winter storm unfurling, I hear from my Brazilian sister Adelia. She describes the hot and tropical rain they are experiencing in Sao Paulo. I am reminded of summer storms here in Michigan and how powerful they can be.

Below is a poem of one such storm and the feelings we had being on a tandem bike and fourteen miles from our vehicle. My husband and I were alone, exposed and the tallest item on the trail.

I purposely have the first part of the poem stretched out with a empty between sentences to mimic a leisurely pace. The last half of the poem has line after line with no extra spaces. This mimics the quicker pace of our return trip. You may not note it, but this spacing changes the pace of person’s reading with voice over.

Enjoy and think of summer for a little while.



With the Wind

On a sunny, sultry summer day,

My husband John, and I decided to ride a rails to trails.

The trailhead was the parking lot of an old abandon train station.

We unloaded the tandem, snapped on our helmets and headed North to Reed City.

The air was still and heavy with moisture.

I joked that we were creating our own rain as sweat trickled from under our helmets to drip down our faces and backs.

Setting a leisurely pace, we chatted about the growing crops, stopping to touch a wild flower, take a photo and buy ice cream.

When arriving in Reed City, the weather had taken a dramatic change.

The air felt cool and a breeze was blowing to the south.

Looking to the west, John saw a bank of heavy storm clouds blanketing the sky.

Quickly, we turned around as a clap of distant thunder was heard.

Normally, I am a slow biker.

I prefer to enjoy the ride and let my husband do most of the work.

But that day, I matched the speed and strength of John’s peddling,

as we worked to stay ahead of the storm.

Our faces were hot and sweaty,

but the cold wind on our backs cooled us

while propelling us southward.

Our conversation was limited to a phrase that could be said in a quick breath.

“ That thunder clap sounded closer.”


“Did you see that lightening strike?”


“ I don’t think we’re going to make it!”


Dodging a Jogger, we streaked into the Parking lot at full speed and in high gear.

Halting at the truck, I felt the first drops of rain hit my helmet.

Stowing the bike, we bolted for the cab, as a cascade of rain and the fireworks of the storm erupted all around us.

copyright 2-11-21