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Names. How could we define songs, magazines, labels on drawers, families, poets, products, books, events and places without them?
For: https://wheresmybackpack.com/2017/10/09/travel-theme-names/
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What do you consider is the most perfect food for you? Ham and Scalloped potatoes. My mother’s was the best ever and I’ve never duplicated it.
Are you focused on today or tomorrow? Today, but I’m taking tomorrow into account.
If you could interview one of your great-great-great grandparents, who would it be (if you know their name) and what would you ask? Rather than a great-great-great, I’d interview my father’s father, Walter, because he died before I was born and I’d love to ask him what it was like for a gentle baker from Holland to be henpecked by his wife into driving out to South Dakota by covered wagon with his two young daughters and building a shanty and turning into a farmer–something he knew nothing about. (My grandmother and 3 year old son, my father, came out by train a year later after he’d set everything up.) I would love to hear his side of the story and experience his gentle personality.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. I appreciate being with my long-time friend Patty, my sister and brother-in-law Jim and my godson Riley and his two adorable boys. You’ve seen them before. Here they are in their newest incarnations:
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https://ceenphotography.com/2017/10/09/share-your-world-october-9-2017/
Our Mother, Cloaked in Silence
Although she was our portal to the world,
with little pageantry we laid her down.
No trumpets blared, the flags full mast unfurled,
for it was small, the realm of her renown.
And yet the limbs were bare, the whole world brown
as though the trees she planted all were lief
to shed their full green finery in their grief.
The prompt today was cloaked. Also for the dVerse poets prompt, Rhyme Royal.The rhyme royal stanza consists of seven lines, (usually) in iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is a-b-a-b, b-c-c. It was the standard narrative meter in the late Middle Ages.
On the front desk in my tax accountant’s office today, I saw something that plummeted me back to my mother’s borders between the house and the sidewalk that ran from our front to back yard: this bouquet which included several sweet William flowers–also known as carnation pinks.
This bat intruder did not survive my attempts to remove him from the clutches of the kittens. I fear its savior was its executor. Sorry, winged one.
For Jennifer’s Halloween Challenge prompt bat.
My sister’s beautiful and perfect house brought some surprises this trip. The front door is being replaced, and in the meantime:
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For Thursday Doors.
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