Gardening 2008- Grow-list for this year

Just starting a little blog about the plants I will be growing this year.
Chillies:
Kashmiri mirch (Kashmiri chilli pepper from India)
Unknown Thai (Thailand)
Kirmizi aci biber-Turkish translation "Red Hot Pepper" (Turkey)
Wild Tepin-seed trade from The Hot Pepper (Texas USA)
Italian Pepperocine (Italy)
Hungarian Death (Amish heirloom)
Lemon Drop (USA)

South Africa species:
Ethiopian Thunder
Baby Pepper
Guntur Hope
Zimbabwe Birdseye

Trinidad species:
Tobago seasoning
7-Pot
Scorpion
Red Bell Hot
Bean shaped pod
Red Bell (hot)
Nipples
Lanterns
Scotch Bonnets
Cherries

Austrailia:
Hot Lemon
Aji Lemon

Quebec:
Congo Peppers (Red)
Tomato:
Ladybug (cherry tomato)
Amish Rose (heirloom)
Summer Cider (heirloom)
Omar's Lebanese (heirloom)
Pink Flamingo (heirloom slicer)

Eggplant:
White Italian

Artichoke:
Romanesque

Assorted cucumbers, carrots, herbs, flowers, etc.

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'Heavy Metal' accepted into Audubon Artists 65th Annual Exhibit at the Salmajundi Art Club, NYC, NY

Just wanted to announce that my graphite drawing 'Heavy Metal' of the restored steam engine Canadian Pasific 2317 housed at the Steamtown National Historic Site, Scranton PA has been accepted into the Audubon Artists 65th Annual Exhibit at the historic Salmagundi Art Club, Fifth Ave., New York City,NY.....but, I am more pleased that I will not be the only member of my family to be exhibited at this event......my mom also will have her graphite piece 'Dinner at Nine' exhibited as well!!! I am so proud and blessed to be exhibited along with my Mom!!!
Wishing you all blessings and continued inspiration!
Christine (-8

'Fuid' watercolor of Rachel Brice accepted into the PA Watercolor Society's Annual Juried Exhibition

I am sooo happy to announce that my watercolor painting of Rachel Brice 'Fluid' has been accepted into the PA Watercolor Society's Annual Juried Exhibition at the Lancaster Museum of Art.

7%

One day a while back, a man, his heart heavy with grief, was walking in
the woods. As he thought about his life this day, he knew many things
were not right. He thought about those who had lied about him back when
he had a job.

His thoughts turned to those who had stolen his things and cheated him.

He remembered family that had passed on. His mind turned to the illness
he had that no one could cure. His very soul was filled with anger,
resentment and frustration.

Standing there this day, searching for answers he could not find,
knowing all else had failed him, he knelt at the base of an old oak
tree to seek the one he knew would always be there. And with tears in
his eyes, he prayed:

"Lord- You have done wonderful things for me in this life. You have told
me to do many things for you, and I happily obeyed. Today, you have told
me to forgive. I am sad, Lord, because I cannot. I don't know how.

It is not fair Lord. I didn't deserve these wrongs that were done
against me and I shouldn't have to forgive. As perfect as your way is
Lord, this one thing I cannot do, for I don't know how to forgive. My
anger is so deep Lord, I fear I may not hear you, but I pray that you
teach me to do this one thing I cannot do - Teach me To Forgive."

As he knelt there in the quiet shade of that old oak tree, he felt
something fall onto his shoulder. He opened his eyes. Out of the corner
of one eye, he saw something red on his shirt.

He could not turn to see what it was because where the oak tree had
been was a large square piece of wood in the ground. He raised his head
and saw two feet held to the wood with a large spike through them.

He raised his head more, and tears came to his eyes as he saw Jesus
hanging on a cross. He saw spikes in His hands, a gash in His side, a
torn and battered body, deep thorns sunk into His head. Finally he saw
the suffering and pain on His precious face. As their eyes met, the
man's tears turned to sobbing, and Jesus began to speak.

"Have you ever told a lie?" He asked.

The man answered - "yes, Lord."

"Have you ever been given too much change and kept it?"

The man answered - " yes. Lord." And the man sobbed more and more.

"Have you ever taken something from work that wasn't yours?" Jesus
asked?

And the man answered - "yes, Lord."

"Have you ever sworn, using my Father's name in vain? "

The man, crying now, answered - "yes, Lord."

As Jesus asked many more times, "Have you ever"? The man's crying became
uncontrollable, for he could only answer - "yes, Lord."

Then Jesus turned His head from one side to the other, and the man felt
something fall on his other shoulder. He looked and saw that it was the
blood of Jesus. When he looked back up, his eyes met those of Jesus, and
there was a look of love the man had never seen or known before.

Jesus said, "I didn't deserve this either, but I forgive you."

It may be hard to see how you're going to get through something, but
when you look back in life, you realize how true this statement is.

Read the following first line slowly and let it sink in.

If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it.

When Jesus died on the cross, he was thinking of you! If you are one of
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You will live a good life if you don't weaken.

Something for All Pet Lovers to Read (I'm not the author but I just had to post this)------The Journey

The Journey
When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey. A
journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever
known, yet will also test your strength and courage. If you allow, the
journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and
most
of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul
cannot touch another without leaving its mark.
Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple
pleasures -- jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of
puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.
If
you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience
every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no
rustling
bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled,
pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information.
Your pace may be slower, except when heading home to the food
dish, but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an
expert in the field. Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our
goal
being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the
details: the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in
the
old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig.
Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We
stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes,
look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows that nature
has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that
each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an
essence all its own, each day a gift from God.
Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the
world around you. You will find yourself watching: summer insects
collecting on a screen; how bizarre they are; how many kinds there are
or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will
stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the
air
after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this;
the
point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details
slip
by.
You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less
friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery
aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog
birthday treats, or driving around the block an extra time because your
pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewier
toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run
around the house trailing your bathrobe tie with a cat in hot pursuit,
all in the name of love .
Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less
dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in
your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic
shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the
crinkly sound. You will learn the true measure of love. The steadfast,
undying kind that says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do,
or how life treats us as long as we are together."
Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living
soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race.
And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me
feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed
human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her
wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them
as
mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me
anyway.
If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done,
you will be not just a better person, but the person your pet always
knew you to be. The one they were proud to call beloved friend.
I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like
all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as
the
sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you
cannot yet go down. And you will have to find the strength and love to
let them go.
A pet's time on earth is far too short, especially for those
that love them. We borrow them, really, just for a while, and during
these brief years they are generous enough to give us all their love,
every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing
left. The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and
frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy now
wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle gone to gray.
Deep down we somehow always knew that this journey would end. We
knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken. But give them we
must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the
road
curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let
them run on ahead, young and whole once more. "God speed, good friend,"
we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.
And bless their souls for sharing their lives with us... and
adding so much to our very existence
Author Unknown...
Life is short, Break the rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss slowly, Love
truly, Laugh uncontrollably...Never regret anything that made you
smile.

Indian, Moghul Cooking and Recipies: Dum Pukt

The gourmet style of cooking known as 'Dum Pukt', originated in the food courts of the Moghul Emperors, and represents the pinnacle of Indian cooking. The preparation of Dumpukht is so special that it only passed from generation to generation by word of mouth, and its execution so demanding that only the finest of Indian Chefs are able to master this art form.

Does anyone have any recipies or advice on this style of cooking?.....or can refer any good cook books on this subject, I am really wanting to learn this style of cusine.