ANSWER

Here is the answer to the puzzle posted three blogs ago (December 2):

If you missed it, here is the riddle again:

What fruit has its seeds on the outside?

The Answer:

The Strawberry

Evening at the Farm

Over the hill the farm boy goes,

His shadow lengthens along the land,

A giant staff in a giant hand;

In the poplar tree, above the spring,

The katydid begins to sing;

The early dews are falling;

Into the stone heap darts the mink;

The swallows skim the river's brink;

And home to the woodland fly the crows,

When over the hill the farm boy goes,

Cheerily calling

"Co' boss! co' boss! co'! co'! co'!"

Farther, farther, over the hill,

Faintly calling, calling still,

"Co' boss! co' boss! co'! co'! co'!"

First Excerpt of Evening At The Farm by John Townsend Trowbridge

The Hummingbird

The sunlight speaks, and its voice is a bird:

It glimmers half-guessed, half-seen, half-heard,

Above the flowerbed, over the lawn -

A flashing dip, and it is gone,

And all it lends to the eye is this -

A sunbeam giving th air a kiss.

Harry Hibbard Kemp

Riddle

What fruit has it's seeds on the outside?

Answer: COMING SOON!

Autumn Time

As October rolls around

The rainy weather comes

and the leaves fall to the ground.

The tiny sparrow will eat

to satisfy his hunger

while the rain falls to his feet.

The harvest will be ready

fresh and cold with dew

will be the pumpkins many.

Author: Unknown

I thought that this was a nice poem. It is very simple, but nice. Have a great Autumn!

The Tiger by William Blake

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright,

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame they fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?

In what furnace was the brain?

What the anvil? What dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,

And watered heaven with their tears,

Did He smile His work to see?

Did He who made the Lamb, make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright,

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Library by Barbara A. Huff

It looks like any building

When you pass it on the street,

Made of stone and glass and marble,

Made of iron and concrete

But once inside you can ride

a camel or a train,

Visit Rome, Siam or Nome,

Feel a hurricane,

Meet a king, learn to sing,

How to bake a pie,

Go to sea, plant a tree,

Find how airplanes fly,

Train a horse, and of course

Have all the dogs you'd like,

See the moon, a sandy dune,

Or catch a whooping pike.

Everything that books can bring

You'll find inside those walls.

A world is there for you to share

When adventure calls.

You cannot tell its magic

By the way the building looks,

But there's wonderment within,

The wonderment of books.

I thought that this was a very fun and interesting poem. Well written and rhymes well but does not sound corny.  Thanks for Stopping Inn!

What is a whirlpool?

A whirlpool is a rapidly revolving current of water that usually appears inbetween islands and in shallow water. There are two very dangerous ones that sailors avoid in between two Norwegian Islands. One of the whirlpools is called Maelstrom. Edgar Allen Poe writes a story called "A descent into Maelstrom".

A Puzzlegram:

If you add the age of a man to the age of his wife you get a combined age of 91 years. He is now twice as old as she was when he was he was as old as she is now. How old are they?

A Poem of Summer

How about a poem. Hm-mm. What about the End-of-Summer Poem by Rowena B Bennett???

The little songs of summer are all gone today.

The little insect instruments are all packed away:

The bumblebee's snare drum, the grasshoppers guitar,

The katydids castanets - I wonder where they are.

The bullfrogs banjo, the cricket's violin,

The dragonfly's cello have ceased their merry din,

Oh, where is the orchestra? From harpist down to drummer.

They've all disappeared with the passing of the summer.

The Goldbach Conjecture

Have you ever heard of the Goldbach Conjecture? If you have, then skip down to the second paragraph, if you haven't, then read on. The Goldbach Conjecture is a conjecture that was found by Christian Goldbach in 1742. He told Leonard Euler about it in a letter. Here it is:

Every even number larger than 2 can be written as the sum of two primes.

He also found a second conjecture (I wish I was that good at finding conjectures). His second conjecture was this:

Every number greater than 5 could be written as the sum of three primes.

And now for the Puzzlegrams!!!!

A young enterprising stockbroker interviewed three candidates for the position of clerk. Since all three were equally suitable he decided to give them a test of logic. All three of them were scrupulously honest, so when they were asked to close their eyes while he put a hat on each of their heads, they did not cheat in order to see the hat they were wearing. Ordering them to open their eyes he explained that he may have put on a top hats or a bowlers, but whoever saw a bowler hat was to put up a hand.  All three put up a hand. The winning candidate, the stockbroket explained, would be the first to infer correctly whether he was wearing a bowler or top hat, providing he was able to prove it. How many of each kind of hat were there?

Have fun with this Puzzlegram!! I'll post the answer in a blog or two.

Thanks for Stopping Inn!