It is 6:30 PM. and it's WARM!

                                                               Weekly Report!!

"I have never been so ecstatic!' says a gleeful Ms. Forte. " It is 6:30 PM, and It is WARM. If It is 6:30, generally you would be an Ice cube after 5 minutes, but Its WARM, Halleluiah!! Oh yes, and St. Patricks day is on the 17th.

Sister M, this image made me think of you. Sorry I haven't written yet!

                                                          

                                                       Ms. Deeda's Remarks!!

"How do you do?" says Ms. Deeda. "Was your day quite terrific, or only bad? Are you as grumpy as a moose, or as angry as a duck? Are you as excited as a chicken, or running as a dog? Or maybe you're all frizzle-frazzled ( I'm not sure what that is ). Ms. Deeda's book recommendation is pasted below.

                                                           Poem of the Week!!

🍂Nothing Gold Can Stay — Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

🌙Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening — Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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🌼 “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” — William Wordsworth (1807)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay.

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                                             Recipe of the Week: French Bread

Who doesn't love a good chewy loaf of soft french bread? I can hardly resist a warm slice of it, slathered in butter, or an entire loaf cut in half and smeared with a garlic butter spread then broiled to make the best garlic bread ever. 

Pears press gives this 5 stars*****

Here is the recipe

Thanks for Reading!!!