The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Wild Raspberry Wheat Ale

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This, my latest creation, has turned out far better than I expected. I put together an American Wheat Beer and then decided to add a little twist to it.


Early on a Saturday morning while the clan was still sleeping and the dew was still heavy I ventured out, bucket in hand, to capture as many of the black raspberries that grow wild on the property as I could. I ended up picking about 3-4 pounds of the sweet black beauties which I promptly cleaned and froze. When the wheat beer was just about finished fermenting I siphoned it into another glass carboy that I had put the berries in. I allowed the berries and beer to blend for a couple days and than siphoned the beer back into a clean carboy to clear.

During the final siphoning I tasted the nectar and wow was it good even flat without any carbonation. Below are pictures of the beer being moved to the bottling bucket and then bottled.















N.B. This is a clear bottle!

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