in my fruit basket there’s plums, tangerines, avos it maybe winter but toms are still ripening and sitting in the sun room
What to eat for lunch? Maybe use the avocado – definitely ready. Opening it up… mmm, perfect. A little mayonnaise with some tuna, or even better, make some guacamole. So mash the avocado mixed with tomato, a tiny bit of chopped onion and a little chilli pepper. Now we could go really mad. Let’s pile everything in to some tacos, and hey presto… it must be Taco Tuesday – just like Tanka Tuesday (well, it’s only a couple of days late).
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Thanks to Colleen for the inspiration to write syllabic poetry. The challenge for this week is all about fruit!
The red-headed woman (although still rather blonde) waved back to the lovely two gargoyles, but it seemed that the two of them were about to leave; ‘hey,’ she said, ‘just a minute, tell me what you both have been doing for all those weeks?’
‘Sorry,’ they both stopped and grinned, ‘we had been rather busy,’ – ‘you see, we had been watching the tennis at Roland Garros in Paris,’ – ‘yes, that’s right, we had to pay with plastic at the start, but we were able to get into one of the commentary boxes, and after that it was free, no charge, gratis, for us,’ – ‘what do you think about that,’ as they smiled happily.
Just then, Scatty appeared wearing big rubber boots, also known as wellingtons, – rather fetching, thought all of them.
The two gargoyles then decided to leave for the moment; the red-headed woman was about to say something, but Scatty managed to speak first: ‘ah ha, I have a little magic to use later, but just now I’m removing some plants, you can watch if you want, but I’m happy to do that on my own – in fact, it’s probably better to be just me.’
‘It’s much more important that you enjoy yourself later,’ said Scatty, ‘since it is the summer solstice tonight, and we will be having a gorgeous party.’
‘You should wear something fresh and light… maybe a cotton dress, something long and flowy – it’s going to be fun, and you will definitely like some margaritas later!’
he’s an artist he strides across the fields he has his easel and all the other things he needs
he stops he looks around it’s the perfect place
he sets everything out and then he paints broad strokes colours vivid
is it a masterpiece?
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Image credit: Fuu J @Unsplash
This image shows a windmill standing in a field of tulips. In the background, you see there is a yellow fog and it seems like there is dust in the air.
It was more than thirty years back then, when we had a two week holiday in the south-west of France, where my cousin had a second home in a tiny hamlet. She had said we could do anything we wanted, since she was busy working in London, and she wasn’t able to get away at that time.
We had a little rented car, and it was just as well, since the roads were very tiny in that hamlet. We’d stocked up with lots of goodies, mostly in the huge Carrefour (always loved that place, by the way).
So we pottered around the garden, even though it was steep and narrow, but we were able to do a bit of weeding and a little planting. We would stare over the next field, where there was a pretty black bull, although we thought it would be a bad idea to get too close to him.
In the evening, we didn’t bother to watch the television, since our French was pretty ropey. Instead we played cards – Rummy and Cribbage, and also there was a large jigsaw, and yes, we did finish it.
We could get lovely French sticks and cheeses, but after a few days, we decided to drive to a rather larger town. We’d left the car a few streets before, since it seemed rather busy in the centre.
And, lo and behold, what did we see? Yes, that’s right, the Tour de France was just passing the main group… so fast!
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
The red-headed woman, although rather blonde at the moment, was still wondering where the two gargoyles were; it had been several weeks since she had seen them, although she was convinced that they would pitch up at any moment.
She had been wandering around in that nice cemetery – the one called the Large Quarries, in Montmartre – she smiled to herself, after she saw Scatty a couple of days ago, where she had turned into a fantastic black panther in the night, because she was a shape-shifter, although it was the first time she’d seen that happen – and she almost pinched herself, since it was not the obvious thing to see.
Still smiling, the red-headed woman turned to walk in another direction, and a less used path; and then she saw them.
‘Come on, throw that properly, that’s right, now bowl a ball so that it bounces near to the batter, okay, better… and no, roll it back to me again, and don’t throw it underarm, a bowler will always throw it overarm.’
‘What are you both doing, for heaven’s sake,’ grinned the red-headed woman, ‘I’m so pleased to see you both, by the way,’- ‘likewise,’ said the two gargoyles, who also grinned happily, ‘but can’t you tell what we are doing?’
‘Well, I can see what you are both wearing, nice creamy-white jumpers and long trousers, and also you have those bats and shin-pads at the ready, and yes, it’s called cricket, but playing it in Paris? …are you mad?’
a failure? not for me I’m far too clever to not to do anything like that I might be boasting more than a bit but what’s wrong with that? I’ve got my great camera I can whiz it out how fun it is hurrah!
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Image credit: Aaron Burden @Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a camera and a leather-bound book sitting on a wooden surface. The name on the cover of the book is in faded letters, the legible one reading: “I am not afraid of failure…..
Looking out to sea and see the sea what a complicated thing it is… but he doesn’t think too much in fact, he’s rather thick but he’s only doing his job.
He’s pretty handy he’s slow at somethings but in other ways he’s quick!
(44 word)
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Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr, where they provide a photo and we, in turn, provide up to 250 words.
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have you guessed it?
a traffic warden or maybe he’s a footballer any other ideas?
The priest muttered again before leaving to go to a tiny church at the end of the cemetery, ‘hardly anyone goes there anymore, but I’m always speaking very much aloud, since most of the congregation are completely deaf,’ and with that, he left.
The red-headed woman and Francis were both about to speak, but as usual she jumped in first; ‘strands of hair keep getting in my face, I really need to go to the hairdressers – cut and colour, and vibrant, of course.’
There was not much to say about that, thought Francis, so he launched into almost a speech: ‘you know that it’s a full moon tonight, don’t you, and I believe you remember the fiasco several months ago, so we all need to turn it down.’
‘People are very much allowed to walk around our cemetery and including the information about the Large Quarries in the main drag, but I’m putting these notices on all the gates, it says, “no-one is allowed, from sunset to sunrise” – do you think that’s enough?’
‘Sure it’s fine,’ said Joan and Scatty as the two of them appeared, ‘come on,’ said Joan, ‘we can all mingle in the square later, no-one would worry about that,’ – ‘no shape-shifting then I suppose?’ said Scatty.
Later, the red-headed woman appeared in the square; she’d been to the hairdressers, and now she had a new colour on her very short hair, ‘it’s called strawberry blonde – astounding,’ she grinned, ‘just like the strawberry moon, isn’t that right?’
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