A+ for Adoptions!

Here is a picture of me sitting with three of my very best friends in the entire world: Sabrina, Ada and Sophie. Aren't they stunning? I'm pretty stunning myself, if I do say so. Anyway, what is more amazing is that my friends were born in India--half a world away! (It's not at all surprising that they are really smart and are my friends.)

In addition to swing bands, sunny days, pumpkin pie and picnics, one of the things that makes me happiest is adoptions. I love adoptions!

In a world that celebrates alien abductions, I can't quite understand why we aren't cooler about adoptions. (BTW, what ever happens to all the aliens who are abducted? Do they all live in condos in Jersey? This is puzzling.) Anyway, some of my best friends in the world, the ones who aren't foxes, are adopted. (People who love adoption are always open-minded about foxes and foxes always love people who are open-minded about adoption.)

Check out my "friends area" on this blog to meet a few other amazing friends of mine. We foxes run in awesome company.

Sincerely,
Creme Brule

Three Cheers for Foxes!

My cousin The Fox (he's a celebrity so he goes by just one name) sent me this picture of his friends Mya and Aleigha. Aren't they beautiful?! Who knew we foxes had our own gorgeous cheerleaders? Ha! Take that all you fox skeptics!

I wonder if Aleigha and Mya would send me their autographs???

Sincerely,
Creme Brule

Not about trees

Bonhoeffer's book is not a reflection on Palms, as I said in my last post. That would be Bessy Bonheifer's book My Tree Finds Roots: Palm Trees of Palm Springs.

Deitrich Bonhoeffer's book "My Soul Finds Rest" is a reflection on the Psalms, a book of the Bible featuring the amazing poetry of King David. Geesh! I guess this puts paid to the notion that Deitrich and I are in the same company when it comes to wisdom. I can't even proof- read my own blog.

Time for a nap. Later,

Creme Brule

Paging All Book Lovers

My friend Gregory told me I am supposed to mention the books I'm currently reading. Apparently this is de rigor on blogs. Okay.

I just finished "Stop Stealing Sheep." Ha! I'm kidding. That's my friend Tracy's book and it's about good graphic design, not rustling lambs. I tell you: foxes are not the sneaky killers you all seem to think we are.

I do admit to enjoying a good mystery now and again...although I've never read any about paltry poultry killers. The book I am enjoying right now is "My Soul Finds Rest" by the amazing, unmistakable Dietrich Bonhoeffer.

I wonder what Bonhoeffer means in German. It must mean something like "good writer", "great thinker" or "wow." This is an incrediable book, a reflection on the Palms. I warn you though: do not start this book unless you want to think deeply and to face some hard challenges--even for a swell, kind fox like myself.

I've been dipping into a couple of other lighter books too. See? Not a chicken cookbook or "Deception for Dummies" among them. We foxes are really quite gentle and wise. But today, I think I'll pull out "Lyle, Lyle Crocodile" and visit an old friend.

Sincerely,
Creme Brule

The Sun and the Son

My Granny always told me never to talk about religion or politics in mixed company--which this is since some of you are not foxes. I hesitate to say anything but, after all, it is Sunday so let me say: Happy Lord's Day to you. I hope you had a lovely morning at the church of your choice.

I'm having a delicious day. Worship was awesome, my friend Tracy gave me a new picnic basket, the sun is shining and I've got a great new book to read. What's not to like?

Want to join me in a stroll around the block? Or pop in a good cd and snooze in the sun. Whatever your pleasure, enjoy this day the Lord has made!

Sincerely,
Creme Brule

An Apple a Day

It's Apple Picking Time in Michigan! There's nothing I love better than heading out to my local orchard. Ahhhhh...the smell of dust blown in my face as I whiz 150 per hour miles on a rickety old wagon down a dirt path scant millimeters from the sharp skewers of apple tree branches bent on gouging out my eyes...

Actually, I had a wonderful time. The ride on the tractor was less than tranquil but once my friends and I were out in the orchard it was lovely--sun on the branches, beautiful red orbs dancing among the green leaves, that first juicy bite of crisp apple right off the tree....

Picking apples is an art form. First, you select the perfect apple: red, shiny, and a little pert. It does not have to be the biggest apple on the tree. Alas, it is usually the highest one. However, a true apple lover cannot be dissuaded by a bit of discomfort. You must risk life on limb to climb for the tempting fruit. But be warned! An apple tree may appear to be benign and trustworthy but they have a tinge of revenge in them. Climb carefully and don't forget to keep your insurance paid up.

Sincerely,
Creme Brule

Picnic Anyone?

The world is a busy place. No one stays still long. They are on the go. If they are forced to stay in one place for more than 30 seconds, they whisk out their pda-blackberry-cell phone contraptions and check out mentally.

Me, I'm more for a quiet pace and a quiet place. Corny though it is (and, by the way, I love corn--more about that later), I think what the world needs more is love sweet love..... Are you humming along? or am I humming alone?

Anyway, picnics! That's the answer. Leave the palm pulser at home and go sit underneath a palm tree...or a pine tree...or oak...or whatever floats your boat. You cannot be stressed on a picnic. It's impossible.

Today, I packed a lovely lunch for two. In a nod to our friends to the south, I served guacamole, chips (El Matador!), enchiladas and soft drinks. Are soft drinks Latin American? Probably not. Oh well. At least we had chocolate for dessert. Knowing the need for a bit of improvisation in life, I suggested we start with our chocolate first.

I feel nice and calm now--ready to take on another week. Why don't you join me next time? The only thing better than a picnic is one with lots of friends.

Sincerely,
Creme Brule