Wouldn’t these make a gorgeous bridal bouquet? Problem is, they wilt too quickly once picked.
For Cee’s FOTD
Bougainvillea: FOTD Oct 8, 2023
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Rehearsal Reblog for #MVB
I’m reblogging this blog from years ago as it seemed so perfect for the prompt today!!
Prime
Travel Primer (Past Our Prime!)
We wander narrow alleyways in countries that are foreign—
negotiate their tunnels, like rabbits in a warren.
We do not pay attention as we ogle and we gawk
who may follow closely—who may observe and stalk.
We are naive travelers. We’re innocents abroad.
One listens to our narratives, then signals with a nod
just as we are reaching to try to reimburse,
for another watcher to swoop down on our purse.
Then they’re off down alleyways where we are loath to go
where they’ll have their own adventures—financed by our dough.
For #SOCS Oct 7, the prompt is “Prime.”
FOTD Oct 7, 2023
Fractured Song Titles, for Fibbing Friday, Oct 6, 2023
Our topic to lie about this Friday is song titles, so here goes!
Here is the prompt: “This week I’ve chosen Song Titles, but rather than fib about who sung them, can you improvise on what they are about?”
1. Spirit in the Sky: Cocktail hour on the space shuttle.
2. MacArthur Park: What did the WW2 American Pacific commander do when he finally drove into Tokyo? (Actually, Forgottenman came up with this great answer after reading the lame one I had apologized for in an earlier version of this posting. He graciously gave me permission to claim it as my own which my conscience will not let me do!)
3. A Whiter Shade of Pale: Skin tone of Anglos after a long winter season.
4. Crocodile Rock; What we called it when we danced to Billy Haley’s “See You Later, Alligator, After Awhile Crocodile” in the fifties.
5. Run: What we hope and pray Trump ultimately won’t be able to do again!!!
6. Don’t it make your brown eyes blue: Contact lens ad.
7. Heaven can wait: Sign at the gate of Purgatory.
8. One night in Bangkok: Approximately 1/10th of the price of a stay at a Motel 6 in the U.S.
9. I know him so well: What Stormy Daniels says she is “absolutely willing to testify to in court.”
10. Here comes the Sun: What Mom says to Dad every morning as she sees the paper boy pedal up on his bike.
Bougainvillea: FOTD Oct 6, 2023
This is the first time I’ve seen this color of bougainvillea.with the white edges.
For FOTD Oct 6, 2023
An Exotic Guest
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Can anyone identify my exotic guest? Its body was about two inches long, not counting the antennae and legs.
Succulent and Guest: FOTD Oct 6, 2023
This fellow greeted me when I arrived home today. Actually climbed onto my foot and partway up my leg before I shook him off gently. Then he abandoned me for a trip up the succulent and therefore into this FOTD blog!!! Does anyone know what this exotic fellow is? Absolutely gorgeous but I’ve never seen one before. I’ll do another blog with just him (or her) if the other photos turned out. Haven’t looked at them yet. His body was probably about 2 inches long, not counting his antennae or legs.
To see more photos, go HERE.
Garage Door, For Cee’s Thursday Doors Challenge
This is my garage door, painted by Jesus Lopez Vega. Corn, Agave and the Tree of Life, along with Huichol symbols.
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For Cee’s Thursday Doors response to Dan Antion’s Doors Challenge. (Thanks, babsje, for noting my omission!)
Stop and Go
Stop and Go
My goals in life were nebulous. I didn’t know quite what
it was that I most wanted—except out of my rut.
A picket fence and cottage were not part of my dream.
I didn’t want to produce children by the ream.
I only wanted travel and to see who I could be
if I wandered far enough to discover me.
I finally found a part of me everywhere I went,
but had to keep on traveling to know the full extent
of who I wished to grow into—that self I wished to find—
how much I could reveal of me and still have peace of mind.
But now I’ve seemed to settle. I’m content with what I’ve found.
The place where I have come to rest seems like holy ground.
Perhaps true wisdom really comes from knowing when to stop—
knowing when we’ve climbed enough because we’ve reached the top!
Michelle’s prompt today is Stop! This is a rewrite of a poem from years ago. Thanks, Michelle, for helping me to rediscover it.
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