The Sunday Whirl


The truth is, a morning running free on a hayfield was an engine starting my shiny day. My father and uncle never sat around reading the papers on a Sunday morn. I was witness to their tireless ability to hold a day job while striving to work a farm. As a child I never wondered why they chose to pay the price, but it was the life, in those days, to split their time between two needed endeavors. I was always just happy riding on their wings, living an interesting adventure.


1944 – I was a twinkle in a parents’ eye😉

MLMM Saturday Mix

This week we are diving into the depths of our thesaurus and exploring the world of synonyms.

Same Same But Different
Your ‘Same Same But Different’ task is to take the five challenge words and NOT use them in your writing. That’s right, you need to dig out your thesaurus and find a synonym for each word instead.

Your words are:

  1. die
  2. wrinkle
  3. hurry
  4. day
  5. hear

Your writing form is either poetry or prose.


We wait for all the fails

The era of the rumple

They speed across your body

As seen in morning vails

Eyesight dims, reading woes

You strain trying to listen

Aging comes in many forms

The fading bloom of a rose.



I’m not a person who suffers from avarice and at this time of year it can be a problem. I pity the hollow heart that thinks spending a lot of money, even to the point of going into debt, thinks this is what the holiday season is about.

My greed is warmth, in many fashions, mostly being together at home and hearth with family.