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Jazzy Does 100 Days of Happiness 43

Happiness is being positive that something would look better if you lit it on fire.  This is a totally stupid reason to be happy, but some days were made for totally stupid.

Happiness is being positive that something would look better if you lit it on fire. This is a totally stupid reason to be happy, but some days were made for totally stupid.

Citrus Candles

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Well how incredibly easy does this look?  I use a lemon every day in my breakfast smoothie and tried for days to ‘leave the center core-like stem intact’.  Those things have a death wish.  But eventually I got serious, and was able to leave not only the stem but lots of the veiny section separaters in a pulpy mess in two lemon halves.

I left them sitting on the kitchen counter for several hours, hoping the juice and moisture would evaporate and that W would not throw them in the compost bin.  Neither of these things happened.

Then I lopped off a little piece of the bottom of each half so they’d sit less tipped over on their sides and poured some coconut oil into each one.

A huge dose of dogged determination and half a box of matches later, VOILA!

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We have fire, some spilled oil, and one more to go.  I know, beautiful, right? Actually they look much better in the dark.

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They did burn for hours as promised (at least two, but definitely didn’t make it to three) with a lemony coconut aroma that was only discernible if you got close enough to them to singe your eyebrows.

Would I recommend this craft to everyone who likes crafts?  Of course I would.  Why should I be the only one swearing at gutted lemon halves?

This post is in response to Cin’s Feb Challenge Day 22:  Finger paint/messy craft, written by someone skilled in the art of making even the simplest projects difficult and messy.

Is That All There Is, My Friends?

“I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire. I’ll never forget the look on my father’s face as he gathered me up in his arms and raced through the burning building out to the pavement. I stood there shivering in my pajamas and watched the whole world go up in flames. And when it was all over I said to myself, “Is that all there is to a fire?”

Is that all there is, is that all there is? If that’s all there is my friends, then let’s keep dancing Let’s break out the booze and have a ball If that’s all there is.

“And when I was 12 years old, my father took me to the circus, the greatest show on earth. There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads. And as I sat there watching the marvelous spectacle I had the feeling that something was missing. I don’t know what, but when it was over, I said to myself, “Is that all there is to a circus?”

Is that all there is, is that all there is? If that’s all there is my friends, then let’s keep dancing Let’s break out the booze and have a ball If that’s all there is.

“Then I fell in love, head over heels in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world. We would take long walks by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other’s eyes. We were so very much in love. Then one day, he went away. And I thought I’d die — but I didn’t.  And when I didn’t I said to myself, “Is that all there is to love?”

Is that all there is, is that all there is? If that’s all there is my friends, then let’s keep dancing….

“I know what you must be saying to yourselves. If that’s the way she feels about it why doesn’t she just end it all? Oh, no. Not me. I’m in no hurry for that final disappointment. For I know just as well as I’m standing here talking to you, when that final moment comes and I’m breathing my last breath, I’ll be saying to myself…”

Is that all there is, is that all there is? If that’s all there is my friends, then let’s keep dancing Let’s break out the booze and have a ball If that’s all there is.

THIS IS POST NUMBER 1100 FOR ME.  NOPE, THAT’S NOT ALL THERE IS…..

No T’s Please

soup challenge - hot soup!

soup challenge – hot soup! (Photo credit: Phil Dowsing Creative)

Challenging bypassing one ABC symbol, no?  YES!  However, we can do so.  Read on.

Once upon a many a moon

A wee lass used a crooked spoon

For soup ablaze and burned her lips,

Excessively hurried for prissy sips.

Spilled and splashed and cried aloud

“Nevermore such fire”, she vowed

“Only meals lukewarm or cool –

                                                      Feed me ice, and day-old gruel.”

Go ahead – endeavour now.  Hardly simple, wholly fun.  Headache soon follows.

Red

Sailing in the sunset

Red is the color of hot hot hot.

Flickering flames in a fiery knot.

Sails in the sunset, roses and hearts,

Fire engines, fire bricks, strawberry tarts.

Blood and valentines, cardinals, barns,

Redwoods and poppies and crimsony yarns.

Spirited, shocking, the color of lust.

Foxes, cherries, rubies and rust.

Scarlet macaws, STOP on a sign,Lapas

Chili, persimmon, hollyhocks, wine.

Rage and happiness, burning desire.

Tomatoes and rosewood and embers of fire.

Candy apples and raspberry hisses,

Terra cotta and lipstick kisses.

Red is a door and a heady perfume.

Bittersweet, bloodroot, blushing in bloom.

Sweet sangria, a robins breast.Ruby Tuesday

Punch and passion, pizzaz and zest.

Of all earths colours, red is the best.