Nothing you see
seems to fit in with the rest.
I’d rather not be noticed
but I always
stick out like a sore thumb.

Everything about me says
I am different from
all of you.

I am shy
but make my voice heard.
And I can grow
in all the places
people thought
I never would!

I am someone
to reckon with.

Macro Monday: Ladyfingers aka Okra

God knows why this vegetable is associated with women’s fingers. Okra is much more fitting – exotic- as is: oh…and while in your mouth…kra!?!
OMG!!! I personally like the Mediterranean word-Bamya or Bamies plural. (No, you can pretty much guess, I enjoy looking at them much more than eating them): bam(you dared and I scooped a spoon full into my mouth) andyeah! ya!! I managed to sneak them by my tastebuds!!!!

No, sorry- ladyfingers??? What were they thinking!

A thing of beauty…


A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkn’d ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.

John Keats,English Romantic poet – 1795-1821