I am not an expert on choosing wine. I do, however, have an opinion about Clos Du Bois Wine. Clos Du Bois has some of the best wines to offer in the USA. They have a great bouquet and other qualities that make them superb wines to drink and cook with. The funny thing is I like the Clos Du Bois Merlot 2006 (blue label) better then the Clos Du Bois Sonoma Reserve Alexandra Valley Merlot 2006 (golden leaf premium label).
The less expensive label is better then the premium label in my opinion. The blue label is fruity and explodes in your mouth with flavor of blueberries and currents. The premium label is more spicy and oaky in taste. For those who do not like Merlot wine I suggest you try the Clos Du Bois Merlot 2006 (blue label). A good Merlot may change your mind about this fabulous red wine. The good thing is a glass a day is also good for your heart. There is an enzyme in this grape when crushed that is good for the heart and vessels. It goes well with meat and pasta dishes. It adds another layer of flavor to food that enriches a dish.
This wine has a lovely bouquet that explodes in your mouth with blueberries and currents.
This wine is wonderful and has a more spicy and oaky taste.
I was pondering the other day about the new year approaching.
Different people and organizations start a 'new year' at some point
during the year. Some companies start their 'fiscal new year' in July.
A good many health care providers start their 'new year benefits
programs' in April. Go figure.
But some of the
most wonderful new year celebrations I know of are couples who after struggling
decide to recommit on their Wedding Anniversary. People celebrating sobriety and freedom from addictions
on the date they were freed from their addiction.
A lot of people
will celebrate this coming new year in many ways. I hope for all it is
truly a year for peace. We all could use a year without strife, conflict,
and war. It has been so long since we had peace, I wonder what we would
do with ourselves.
There are a lot of
people and places that need our expertise to aid them in getting back
on their feet. We need to work. Many countries including our own are
still reeling from natural disasters as well as man made. Many whose
basic needs are still not being met.
As the new year
approaches; I wonder if one dares to dream again?
1 David sang to the LORD the words of this song when the LORD delivered him from the hand of all his enemies and from the hand of Saul. 2 He said: “The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; 3 my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
my shield[a] and the horn[b] of my salvation.
He is my stronghold, my refuge and my savior—
from violent people you save me. 4 “I called to the LORD, who is worthy of praise,
and have been saved from my enemies. 5 The waves of death swirled about me;
the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me. 6 The cords of the grave coiled around me;
the snares of death confronted me. 7 “In my distress I called to the LORD;
I called out to my God.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came to his ears. 8 The earth trembled and quaked,
the foundations of the heavens[c] shook;
they trembled because he was angry. 9 Smoke rose from his nostrils;
consuming fire came from his mouth,
burning coals blazed out of it. 10 He parted the heavens and came down;
dark clouds were under his feet. 11 He mounted the cherubim and flew;
he soared[d] on the wings of the wind. 12 He made darkness his canopy around him—
the dark[e] rain clouds of the sky. 13 Out of the brightness of his presence
bolts of lightning blazed forth. 14 The LORD thundered from heaven;
the voice of the Most High resounded. 15 He shot his arrows and scattered the enemy,
with great bolts of lightning he routed them. 16 The valleys of the sea were exposed
and the foundations of the earth laid bare
at the rebuke of the LORD,
at the blast of breath from his nostrils. 17 “He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters. 18 He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me. 19 They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
but the LORD was my support. 20 He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me. 21 “The LORD has dealt with me according to my righteousness;
according to the cleanness of my hands he has rewarded me. 22 For I have kept the ways of the LORD;
I am not guilty of turning from my God. 23 All his laws are before me;
I have not turned away from his decrees. 24 I have been blameless before him
and have kept myself from sin. 25 The LORD has rewarded me according to my righteousness,
according to my cleanness[f] in his sight. 26 “To the faithful you show yourself faithful,
to the blameless you show yourself blameless, 27 to the pure you show yourself pure,
but to the devious you show yourself shrewd. 28 You save the humble,
but your eyes are on the haughty to bring them low. 29 You, LORD, are my lamp;
the LORD turns my darkness into light. 30 With your help I can advance against a troop[g];
with my God I can scale a wall. 31 “As for God, his way is perfect:
The LORD’s word is flawless;
he shields all who take refuge in him. 32 For who is God besides the LORD?
And who is the Rock except our God? 33 It is God who arms me with strength[h]
and keeps my way secure. 34 He makes my feet like the feet of a deer;
he causes me to stand on the heights. 35 He trains my hands for battle;
my arms can bend a bow of bronze. 36 You make your saving help my shield;
your help has made[i] me great. 37 You provide a broad path for my feet,
so that my ankles do not give way. 38 “I pursued my enemies and crushed them;
I did not turn back till they were destroyed. 39 I crushed them completely, and they could not rise;
they fell beneath my feet. 40 You armed me with strength for battle;
you humbled my adversaries before me. 41 You made my enemies turn their backs in flight,
and I destroyed my foes. 42 They cried for help, but there was no one to save them—
to the LORD, but he did not answer. 43 I beat them as fine as the dust of the earth;
I pounded and trampled them like mud in the streets. 44 “You have delivered me from the attacks of the peoples;
you have preserved me as the head of nations.
People I did not know now serve me, 45 foreigners cower before me;
as soon as they hear of me, they obey me. 46 They all lose heart;
they come trembling[j] from their strongholds. 47 “The LORD lives! Praise be to my Rock!
Exalted be my God, the Rock, my Savior! 48 He is the God who avenges me,
who puts the nations under me, 49 who sets me free from my enemies.
You exalted me above my foes;
from a violent man you rescued me. 50 Therefore I will praise you, LORD, among the nations;
I will sing the praises of your name. 51 “He gives his king great victories;
he shows unfailing kindness to his anointed,
to David and his descendants forever.”
2 Samuel 22:3 Or sovereign
2 Samuel 22:3 Horn here symbolizes strength.
2 Samuel 22:8 Hebrew; Vulgate and Syriac (see also Psalm 18:7) mountains
2 Samuel 22:11 Many Hebrew manuscripts (see also Psalm 18:10); most Hebrew manuscripts appeared
2 Samuel 22:12 Septuagint (see also Psalm 18:11); Hebrew massed
2 Samuel 22:25 Hebrew; Septuagint and Vulgate (see also Psalm 18:24) to the cleanness of my hands
2 Samuel 22:30 Or can run through a barricade
2 Samuel 22:33 Dead Sea Scrolls, some Septuagint manuscripts, Vulgate and Syriac (see also Psalm 18:32); Masoretic Text who is my strong refuge
2 Samuel 22:36 Dead Sea Scrolls; Masoretic Text shield; / you stoop down to make
2 Samuel 22:46 Some Septuagint manuscripts and Vulgate (see also Psalm 18:45); Masoretic Text they arm themselves
Clouds are beautiful, foreboding, terrifying, whimsical, and changing. Often, as a child, I would lay on a grassy hill and watch the clouds parade on by. Clouds are still full of magic and wonder for me even as an adult. Two of these photographs were taken in flight. The last photograph from the back yard before a storm. They are not bad pictures for an amateur.
People need to mind their own
business or at the very least, ask themselves, “What the hell am I are doing?”
For what purpose am I attacking this person? Whom am I serving by my
has this person done to me personally that I am so hateful towards her or him?
Some people need to get
lives of their own.
You are not God! Take a
look at yourself. It may be a revelation to you, but your actions speak
volumes about yourself.
Are you being a bully?
I am moving on and taking care of
what I can. Frankly, my life is none of your damn business. Again,
Get out! Get over yourself!
Someone is bent on not allowing
me to move on with my life. Why? Do you have personal issues? Get
help! This is my advice to you. Again, seek counseling.
Really, try to find another
I am moving on. Life is too
short to play with others who do not play by the rules or have a set of
'special friends' who enjoy playing games with people’s lives.
I chose life.
I am minding my own business.
I am attending to parents, family, friends, and myself. I have my priorities in order.
Do you have priorities concerning
your own life?
Thinking of others first has been
one of my major faults in life, I do not think of how this might affect me in
the long run. If you ask my mom and friends that know me well they will
tell you that I have put others first at the cost to myself. Care for
yourself first. It is an important life lesson I am learning at the ripe
age of fifty.
People need not say anything to
me. Minding one’s own business will go a long way towards forbearing
I do have
the heritage of forbearing, forgiving, and loving. I have learned it from
my parents and others who are conscious of God, themselves, and others.
The flower is also known as Our Lady's tears, since, according to Christian legend, the lily of the valley came into being from Eve's tears after she was driven with Adam from the Garden of Eden, although this seems unlikely, since in Catholic parlance, "Our Lady" refers to the Virgin Mary. Another Christian legend states that Mary's tears turned to lily of the valley when she cried at the crucifixion of Jesus, and because of this it is also known as Mary's tears. According to another legend, lilies of the valley also sprang from the blood of Saint Leonard of Noblac during his battles with a dragon.
The name "lily of the valley" is also used in some English translations of the Bible in Song of Songs 2:1, although whether or not the Hebrew word "shoshana" (usually denoting a rose) originally used there refers to this species is uncertain.
It is a symbol of humility in religious painting. Lily of the valley is considered the sign of Christ's second coming. The power of men to envision a better world was also attributed to the lily of the valley.
Other names and legends
Other names include May lily, May bells, lily constancy, ladder-to-heaven, male lily, and muguet (French).
Its scientific name, majalis or maialis, means "of or belonging to May", and old astrological books place the plant under the dominion of Mercury, since Maia, the daughter of Atlas, was the mother of Mercury or Hermes.
In the "language of flowers", the lily of the valley signifies the return of happiness. Legend tells of the affection of a lily of the valley for a nightingale that did not come back to the woods until the flower bloomed in May.
The beauty in this delicate flower is comforting. Mary had peace in her suffering. She suffered great loss.
In times of stress and suffering it is comforting to look at art (Photography is an art.).
I look at this Lily of the Valley and reflect on what is means. I hope you will take a look at it once more and appreciate its quiet beauty.
Sometimes in life you have to let
people hold their own crap for them to wake up and/or become conscious of
themselves. When people try to manipulate others it is amazing how
much they reveal about themselves. Some people are blind and cannot smell
their own shit. No one likes being crapped on by others who run at the
mouth just for the fun of ruining someone else’s life. I strongly dislike people who
purposefully destroy other people's lives, who have no business doing
so. Who do you think you
There are people, and some in our
information gathering institutions, that are deceived. They do not
look at the log protruding from their own eye while trying too hard to force a
rough bough or two into someone else's eye. The danger is you
can hurt an innocent person or hurt a hurting person without much thought or
care of another human being. Your opinion maybe dead wrong and then
what? Are you going to apologize? How to you make recompense for
hurting someone beyond repair who has done nothing wrong to you or anyone else
for that matter.
Watch yourself. Are you
I do believe that when one is
crapped on, you have options. Not that all of one's ideas of what one
wants to do (that may or may not be good) should be acted upon. Take care
for others and tender-lings. Thinking of others is
important. Revenge is not the answer. Just stand.
God knows. He sees. He
hears. Nothing is hidden from his sight. He alone is able to do
more than all we ask or imagine.
Letting people come to terms with
what they have done and what they are continuing to do
will hopefully wake them up to consciousness, so that they can stop
themselves and repent.
Personally, I would like to slap
them in the face, but that would most likely hurt me as well and they are not
Knowing the truth sets you free.
Yes; and I am free!
Carrying an umbrella is a good idea.
One can always use it to fling the shit back to where it came from in the
first place. Walking in the rain can wash away the grim. Singing
can lift one’s spirit. Dancing can change everything. Worship is
joy unto itself. Everything else diminishes in the light.
Let people hold their own shit!
on...life is precious...sing, dance, and shout aloud!
In life and in one's daily living you have to shut doors. If
you think about it, one shuts doors for as many different reasons as one opens
Some doors we shut for safety to keep intruders and dangerous
people out and some doors we shut for space, a retreat from the noise, into a
quiet space. We open doors to get fresh air. We open doors inviting
people in for sharing life, goodies, and fun.
Are there doors in one's life that are open, that need shut?
Are there doors in one's life, that need opened? Are there doors
you just pass by without giving much thought too at all?
What influences someone to open a door or close a door? Is
it a choice from within or influences from without?
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Some doors you cannot tell if they are opening or
closing. Some doors are squeaky and others are silent in manner
Oil is a good thing; it keeps the hinges working properly.
Is your door well-built and lubricated with a good oil?
People come and go in our lives for better or worse. We
ultimately have the power to open the door or shut it.
Snap judgments, snatching doors open, slamming doors shut
is damaging. Repairs cannot always be made. Some
repairs are costly.
There are great books, web sites, and even a few posters that
share the beauty of doors.
Doors are fascinating, functioning, and fabulous works of art.
Do you appreciate doors?
I hope you are inspired to think about them a little differently.
What is missing in this photo? It
is somewhat like, where is Waldo? Tie on the blue shirt, in case you missed it.
I have a thing for men in crisp
shirts and ties. I do not know what the meaning is behind liking ties.
I have always liked ties and tying ties. I loved tying my dad’s
ties as a kid.
I like going shopping for ties.
I like tie displays. There used to be a tie store at Station Square
Mall in downtown Pittsburgh along the waterfront that was the cat’s meow of tie stores!
We are talking hundreds of brightly colored ties, every hue in the color
wheel and design known to man.
Once, on a vacation, I found an
old bookstore with old tie holders displaying ties and I thought, WOW!
Here are two of my favorite things: old books and ties. I read all
afternoon in an old chair, surrounded by colorful ties, and old books. It
was like being in heaven.
Recently, helping out one of my
cousins return items to several stores, I ran across this display of shirts and
ties and had to take a picture or two. They have great displays of ties
and shirts, and this one caught my eye.
Do you see it now? Look in
the upper right hand corner.
One lonely shirt without a tie,
it looks a little out of sorts, so I found a tie to match. What can
I say? There is just something about a man in a crisp shirt and tie that
makes me go weak in the knees.
Did you ever watch or play tennis? It is a great game!
I do not watch it as much as I once did. I enjoyed watching the
game usually on Saturday or Sunday afternoons. I played it a little, just
for fun and companionship.
A lot of detail went into setting up the matches. Like where
the game is played. What type of court, clay or grass? The
requirements for being a contestant in the match checked. With every
game, the players changed. Older players retire and new talent recruited through
the ranks of the amateur circuit.
The game has rules. It is a skilled endeavor. Talent
(some people have a gift or talent they are not in full control over),
strength, and especially endurance all account towards ones potential for
success. The ability to serve, backhand, and maneuver quickly
on ones feet is crucial to getting the kill shot or final serve(score) for
A few players who I thought were playing for fun, but really were
competitive have hit me. Some players have very interesting temperaments;
you wonder why they are in the game in the first place. What motivates
some players? Moreover, what game are they playing is a mystery (outer
Professional players are much more skilled at the game. They
are not as much fun to play with for leisure. Some players are
aware of their motivations and others are just practicing what they have been
taught or told to do. There are cruel players (people) who only see the
sport and do not consider who they are playing with or even know the reason why
they are playing a particular game. Some players just enjoy life and are
not that concerned for the game, the set, or even winning the match at all
costs, but wanting companionship and fun.
Each set within the game has limitations that changes the serve
and points awarded. The line judges call the balls in or out depending,
if they are on the line, before the line, or after the line in play. The
net judge has the final call. He sits high in a chair with the microphone.
Each player, plays to his best ability. The level of skill
of the players, field of play, psychology of the athletes, and
the environment or atmosphere all come into play, as well as, the
line judges, the net judge, ball persons, and even the crowd gathered have to a
degree, influence on the game.
I did not play the game much, although I practiced the game for
companionship and fun. No hard hitting or ruthless gaming as some like to
make it out to be. I am not that much into sport for sport. I do
not play at all now and wonder why some are still playing.
With the new players, it is a different game these days.
They do not follow the rules and they constantly push boundaries.
Denying, breaking and changing the rules while in play. Even the
judges seem persuaded at times to fix things.
I liked the game when you knew the players. You appreciated each
player for what she/he brought to the stadium and played accordingly to his or
her best abilities. No one wants to get hurt. Some players do not
know when to stop.
They change the game to fit their own preconceived notion of
what they want. They are usually poor sports, looking for "one up man
ship." They rarely look inward. Only seeing what they desire and
consumed by sport.
Tennis, like life can be fun. When terms of engagement
are skewed, the game loses value and is not fun for everyone. When
the game is played by constants, it is more fun. Rules can and often
change. When you change the rules everyone need to be aware of the rules.
Not everyone wants to play professionally or even enter the amateur
circuit. There are single matches, doubles, mixed doubles, and
No one should be played with or be forced to play with those they
are not interested in playing by the rules by all. Sincere apologies
for poor sportsmanship is welcome and deeply appreciated. Especially when the foul was
first called on the player in violation by the line judge who cried, OUT!
What game are you playing? I do not think it is
a sanctioned tennis match. The net judge may have to be called and
then the entire event venue has to be examined, along with several of the last
places of play because there is a string being strung on account of bad play,
poor record keeping or the fixing of prior games to save face of the whole
system. False allegations without investigation make for poor
rulings and everyone suffers. The player (victim) and the bystanders are
blindsided and caused pain because a gang must have vengeance. No
one enjoys a match or game that violates the rules of conduct. People
leave the field and the stadium by the droves. The event organizers
wonder as to why all of a sudden disaster strikes, but they cannot
see beyond their rage to see they crushed an innocent player in
a stampede they caused in the first place because of not following
their own rules to seek the truth first and then justice, doing right by
Games like tennis have an end, like in life. There is a last
point served. The match is called. The game is over. We
remember some of the players, for their talent, for their skill, and others for
their conduct during play. The net judge from his viewpoint high above it
all knows the truth and the important participant in the game.
Nevertheless, like in other aspects of life there comes a time to
hang up the tennis shoes, put away the racket, and walk away.
The last serve has left the server's generous hand.
The ball is in the air.
A tie game would be nice in this match, especially since both
sides where possibly doing their best service and gave it their all.
Errors on both sides, not communicating clearly, cost all players very much.
We are all a work in progress. Change is possible in Christ.
Christ came because He, like His Father, believed that everything He created is good. He died for His Bride the Church. Our hope, faith, and love is like a three strung cord; strong, dependable, and unfailing.
The LORD Himself goes before you and will be with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” Deuteronomy 31:8
One day we will see Him face to face. For now we see only dimly...so let your light shine before men. It makes it easier for all on the narrow path.
Can you picture yourself at the beach? You don't have to be 'Ocean Side' to enjoy a great beach. The Great Lakes are Great! Even some state parks and county lakes have beaches. Check out the following Keystone State Park, Raystown Lake, and of course Prince Gallitzin State Park have many good spots to visit. If you can get away that's great. If you can't get out of town take a moment to visualize yourself in a beach chair looking out over this beach scene. Have a Relaxing Labor Day Weekend.
...getting a cast off your leg and taking a shower. I have been laid up with a torn ACL. I have been in a non-walking cast for four weeks. Today the cast came off and I am glad to report it is doing well. I have to exercise it regularly and be ginger with it for a week or two before I am able to do a jig.
Word to the wise. When you hurt your-self see the doctor sooner rather than later. As one ages it is good to get in the habit of stretching before getting out of bed and before activities that may involve muscles you may not use often.
Happiness is staying healthy.
Today when running errands I went by the Winnie Palmer Nature Reserve and spied four Yellow Tail Butterflies and three small yellow moths with a purple spot at the top of the large wing and two smaller dots of purple on the lower smaller wing. I need to look the species up in The Butterflies and Moths of Western Pennsylvania Guide. It is a fun thing to identify butterflies and moths. Here are some links to check out: http://www.naba.org/ http://www.nababis.org/ http://www.butterflypictures.net
It is the seemingly small things in life that "make my
day." There is a guy who gardens a plot near a major
traffic route that I and most people in our community travel daily. He
has been gardening for years. I have always taken note of his garden
because it is very well maintained and has a great variety of plants. I
don't believe a weed would dare to crop up in his lovingly
attended space. He put up a sign this year..."Happy
Garden." Truly, it is a "Happy Garden" and I hope
people are happily enjoying it as well. Cheers to the happy
gardener! Thank you for sharing.