Giving chocolate to others is an intimate form of communication, a sharing of deep, dark secrets.
~ Milton Zelman
My husband's grandmother, Ethel Reed, passed away this week. I'd like to post a few photos in her honor. She was a formidable Scrabble player, even into her 90s, and she never lost her taste for chocolate.
La Sagrada Familia-Cathedral Gaudi made out of chocolate
by Gerhard Petzl
A s'more keyboard
This isn't a Scrabble building, but still...wow! This crossword puzzle building is in Lvov, Ukraine. The clues to the puzzle are all over the city, and you can check your answers after dark.
by Grace Noll Crowell
These I have loved with passion, loved them long:
The house that stands when the building hammers cease,
After wild syncopation, a sane song,
A tree that straightens after the winds' release,
The cool green stillness of an April wood,
A silver pool, unruffled by the breeze,
The clean expanse of a prairie's solitude,
And calm, unhurried hours- I love these.
I have been tangled in the nets too long;
I shall escape and find my way again
Back to the quiet place where I belong,
Far from the tinseled provinces of men.
These will be waiting after my release:
The sheltered ways, the quiet ways of peace.
Be like the bird
who, pausing on her flight
on limb too slight,
feel it give way beneath her,
knowing she hath wings.
~ Victor Hugo