These perky ladies lifted their faces to the sun at the Alexander Graham Bell house on Prince Edward Island.
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No Nonsense
Although its paint is in abatement,
and it makes no major statement—
though it has no style or clout,
it still lets you in and out.
8 O’clock Gourmet Club
I wish my worries would abate,
but instead they percolate.
How can I find an opiate
to calm the fears I can’t placate?
The horror of the scene’s innate,
for I cannot eradicate
the fact my cooking’s second rate.
My conscience bears a dreadful weight,
for I know that it will be my fate
to confess those weaknesses I hate.
The truth is that it‘s nearly eight,
my company at the garden gate
with appetites for me to sate,
and oh, my dears, the caterer’s late!!!!
The prompt word today was “percolate.”
Back when I lived in a place where flowers didn’t bloom year round, I always felt that my succulents were a flower of sorts. This jade plant blooms like a flower rising above the falling foliage of its pot companion.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/11/16/flower-of-the-day-november-17-2016-daffodils/
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Recognition
Filthy little urchin, dirty little boy—
who could tell from looking that you’d be such a joy?
We never would have chosen you by following our nose,
but when we scraped the dirt off and laundered all your clothes,
we recognized you as our own, devoid of dirt and grime,
and now that you are family and with us all the time,
mud puddles still attract you. Dirt piles call your name.
But now it doesn’t matter. We love you all the same.
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Tart Addiction
“Zesty, piquant, rich at heart”
describes his favorite sort of tart.
Tender to the touch and bite,
a bit of crust and formed just right.
He likes one after every meal,
his appetite to seek to seal.
A zesty wench presents the tray
as soon as the meal’s cleared away.
A tart a night may meet his lips,
yet not one goes upon his hips,
for no cream or cherry pie
is what tempts his tongue and eye.
His tarts come without calories:
Veronicas and Valeries.
In two weeks, he has had a dozen—
the serving girl, and then her cousin.
Which tart tonight will he prefer?
Will it be custard, fruit, or her?
The sort he likes is just the latter,
his tarts cannot fit on a platter.
The prompt word today was “Tart.”
Now, you have to see THIS posting of a magnolia blossom by Cee.
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