... Merry Christmas to you all!
Thanks for this link Cheryl...love ya.
My Christmas Carol to You...
Just go to this site and type in a Christmas carol you'd like to hear... don't forget to type in "Jingle Bell Rock" and "12 Days of Christmas"..
Amazing Artist- Living Art
I have no idea who the artist is, but it's some of the coolest drawings I've ever seen!
If you know who the artist is, please leave a comment and let me know....or just share your thoughts.
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Garden Goodies- Homemade Deer Repellent
These little guys are adorable, but they can cause quite a bit of damage in your yard and garden.
Don't remember where I found this one, I think from Fine Gardening. I shared this recipe with a friend and they swear they have never used an expensive brand deer repellent that worked any better.
Ingredients:
4 tablespoons ground cayenne pepper
1 cup white vinegar
1/2 cup peeled garlic
1 cup clear ammonia
1 cup Murphy’s oil soap
1 bar Ivory hand soap (optional)
Directions:
Boil the cayenne in the vinegar for one minute, then strain it through a coffee filter. In a blender, purée the garlic in two cups of water, then strain that mixture through another filter. Combine the two filtered liquids with the ammonia and oil soap in a 3-gallon garden sprayer. Fill the sprayer to the maximum level with water, and spray this concoction around all of the areas you want to protect. For extra stickiness, float a bar of Ivory or Irish Spring soap in the sprayer and let it slowly dissolve over several fillings. For maximum effectiveness, reapply weekly, as well as immediately after every rainstorm. More frequent spraying may be warranted if deer browsing is intense.
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YulesVille- Have a Cool Yule, Man
I learned this poem as a little girl. Mom was never short on silly songs and poems. I still remember it to this day.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the pad
Not a hip cat was swinging, and that's nowhere Dad
The stove was hung up on that stocking routine,
In hopes that the fat man would soon make the scene.
The kids had all had it, so they hit their sacks,
And me and the bride had begun to relax,
When there started a rumble that came on real frantic
So I opened the window to figure the panic.
I saw a square short that was making fat tracks,
Being pulled by eight dogs who was wearing hat racks,
And a funny old geezer who was flipping his lid,
He told em to make it and, man, like they did.
I couldn't help digging the scene on the roof
As I stood there just waiting for chubby to goof.
They stood by the chimney in bunches and clusters,
'Til tubby slid down, coming on like gangbusters.
His threads were the squarest and I had to chuckle,
In front, not in back, was his ivy league buckle.
The mop on his chin hid his button-down collar
And with that red nose, man, he looked like a baller.
Like he was the squarest, the most absolute,
But face it, who cares when he left all that loot.
He laid the jazz on me and fled from the gig.
Wailing, "Have a cool yule man, and later, like dig."
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the pad
Not a hip cat was swinging, and that's nowhere Dad
The stove was hung up on that stocking routine,
In hopes that the fat man would soon make the scene.
The kids had all had it, so they hit their sacks,
And me and the bride had begun to relax,
When there started a rumble that came on real frantic
So I opened the window to figure the panic.
I saw a square short that was making fat tracks,
Being pulled by eight dogs who was wearing hat racks,
And a funny old geezer who was flipping his lid,
He told em to make it and, man, like they did.
I couldn't help digging the scene on the roof
As I stood there just waiting for chubby to goof.
They stood by the chimney in bunches and clusters,
'Til tubby slid down, coming on like gangbusters.
His threads were the squarest and I had to chuckle,
In front, not in back, was his ivy league buckle.
The mop on his chin hid his button-down collar
And with that red nose, man, he looked like a baller.
Like he was the squarest, the most absolute,
But face it, who cares when he left all that loot.
He laid the jazz on me and fled from the gig.
Wailing, "Have a cool yule man, and later, like dig."
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