It Is Enough

It is enough -

The gentle waves of wrinkled comforter,

The rhythmic thud of the dog's cheerful tail,

The curled toes of sleepy infant's feet.

It is enough.

It is enough -

The comic antics of a jolly love,

The brewed readied black of blackest coffee,

The dog-eared corners of the yellowed page.

It is enough.

It is enough -

The familiar shape of the caller's voice,

The green glory of a sprouting giant,

The crumbs of extra bread and extra fish.

It is enough.

It is enough, and then it is enough.

EGT/Memorial Day, 2010

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Wonka!

After lots of serious posts, I'm pleased to celebrate...


Wonka Bars!


Whether you grew up watching Gene Wilder in the classic Willy Wonka movie, or whether you actually read the book, or whether you saw the new Johnny Depp incarnation - who doesn't want to find a Golden Ticket in a chocolate bar?


Well, now you can.


There I was, minding my own business, pushing the cart around the store, and WHAM! a shiny, rainbowy purple package caught my eye - a "Wonka Exceptionals" bar.


And not just any "Wonka Exceptionals" bar.


A Scrumdiddlyumptious Wonka bar.

It contained such yummy trifles as toffee bits and chunks of cookie. IN the chocolate bar.


And some of the Wonka bars have...


Golden Tickets.


Yum, Hooray, Delight.


Good thing I went to the 5:45 AM Jazzercise class this morning.