One Just Has To Give It A Try!

As a little kid of 6 or 7 years old, our
family would regularly eat Schweigert's
Braunschweiger. (I remember it being
called liverwurst.) My dad loved it! I didn't
at first.

The liverwurst would be spread on little
crackers (usually Hi Ho's, I liked the Lone
Ranger), and then consumed with a tall glass of
cold milk.

There was a Schweigert radio commercial
back in 1947 that promoted liverwurst, and . . .
I got the great idea to send them possible
words for a commercial that they could use.

Liverup . . . things could be wurst!

Always an optimist, I actually thought they
would jump at the chance to use it!

          Guess what?  They didn't.

As Moses was once overheard to have said back
whenever . . .

      You can't help but give it a try.

Thunbergia Tamed

   I was being watched
          from within
        a dense tangle
            of vines.

               Eyes -
        liquid and dark,
    framed within petals
       of yellow-orange,

          peering at me
            from within
           an edge of a
         Kenyan jungle.

             That was
              long ago.

           Today, I see
     that same vine, with its
 liquid-dark eyes, and petals
       of yellow-orange,
    clinging to a cluster of

red geraniums - growing in
        a backyard deck
              flower pot.


        -I will never forget seeing
         those flowers from a corn
         field bordering an edge 
         of a jungle

C r e e p i n g C h u c k

The dilemma:  to eradicate, to extricate these pesty 
lawn plants to another locale, or to simply let them
be what they are.

Could it possibly be that - just maybe they thrive on attention?!

Perhaps to not be so harsh on them, would do the trick. After all,
they are part of the "wed of life."

Meanwhile, the Creeping Charlie plants live by stringing low
through the grass . . . sending out new roots at each and every
stem-joint.

And, they are in the mint family. This you can tell by their
beautiful blue florets, the minty odor, and the square stems. (A handy
rule of thumb mantra, could be:

            All mints have square stems . . . but not all plants
                         with square stems are mints.

Things could be worse . . . the stems could morph to be the size of
garden hoses, the flowers as big as bushel baskets, and the copiously
exuded odor of the crushed leaves and stems would necessitate
everyone in the neighborhood to don gas masks!

Now, that would be something for the national and local news!