with added nutmeg, cloves, and
pumpkin flesh for pie
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Pumpkin and Spice Haiku
with added nutmeg, cloves, and
pumpkin flesh for pie
Author: rugby843
I am a widow since 2013 and live by myself in a small apartment. I use a wheelchair to get around, but I wouldn't consider myself disabled. I'm 11 years away from having bladder cancer resulting in a urostomy and I'm doing well. This cancer was a result of having radiation in 1995 because of uterine cancer. So have faith in yourself, a cancer diagnosis is not a death sentence. My first try at blogging was an attempt to help other people with my condition. I am a mother of three married children, and a grandmother to eight gorgeous kids, featuring them often here, and a great grandmother to two as of today, 6/7/25! I enjoy exploring my feelings and like to try the challenges. I like humor, music, movies, games, and some sports. I absolutely appreciate your reading and commenting on my blog. I am happy to read all of your blogs and learn more about you. Please comment however you like, ask whatever, and I'll answer honestly. Thanks for reading! Cheryl
with added nutmeg, cloves, and
pumpkin flesh for pie
dVerse Poets Haibun
In New England root vegetables were a staple from our large garden and soup was a wintery treat that I still enjoy today. Chicken or beef stock is not needed to make a delicious entree.
hot and thick
hearty broth the need
healthy treat
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Mischief
Did he mean what he wrote
Is there a question with this quote
A serious warning he imparts
To strike fear in your hearts?
On the extreme other hand
This writing might be bland
With no intended mischief hint
And just a “something’s coming” bit.
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http://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/10/24/what-do-you-see-13/
SYW 10-24-22
1. How organised are you? Do you plan ahead, take things as they come, or does it depend on the circumstances? Organized and yes and yes.
2. How many Christmas presents have you bought already? One.
3. Do you prefer a family gathering for special occasions, or just you and your significant other? Since I have no SO I prefer family gatherings always.
4. How many words do you think your pet understands? I don’t currently have a pet but I think animals in general know what we mean.
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Share Your World 24th October
Good Morning Charlie
Looking at the clock after turning off the unceasing alarm, only to realize it’s barely dawn! Nevertheless I had to get out of bed, trudge to the bathroom and not willing to look in the mirror yet, splashed water on my face and held the towel up. Then I tossed it onto the counter and took the plunge—an early start because of the dreaded office get together at Starbucks.
It was about this time I heard the creaking of the stairs and saw a troubled arch of brows in my reflection. Could it be my Newfoundland, Charlie, my huge companion, or something else? I suddenly felt a wet nose on my leg and a sigh of relief. Charlie usually wakes me, but this morning I rose too early even for him.
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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/10/24/wordle-293/
To Blog or Not
“Miss Scarlet” is Back! PBS
“When her father dies, Eliza Scarlet finds herself facing a difficult choice. As an unmarried woman, she faces poverty without a husband to provide for her — unless she takes on the challenge of running her late father’s detective agency, which would be unthinkable for a respectable Victorian lady. Fortunately, she finds an unlikely partner in the unconventional Detective Inspector William Wellington of Scotland Yard, known as “The Duke,” and the pair begin to tackle the crimes and mysteries of Victorian London together.”
Forest
trees if you please
those big or small
short and tall
feathered or leaved, I’ll take them all. 👀❤️🌲
https://toy.photography/2022/10/10/-night/tourmaline-s-halloween-challenge/?amp=1
“The Observer Effect”
The Continuum needs Joe’s help. One of their operatives is missing, last seen in 19th-century Paris, and they believe Joe’s ability to see the past might be the only way to find him.
Grief
The salt seemed to lift off the waves, murmuring his grief and causing tiny bruises on his skin. He wondered if all the tears of ancestors made up the depths of oceans. He stood at the edge of the water, wishing it had all been a nightmare and the cool fresh breeze from the saltwater would wake him.
After, he stood with the others at the cemetery, the useless wants of his mind discarded, and faced the field of mourners. It was a short service and then he returned to the beach, letting more tears fill the sea.
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The Bag Lady 
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