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https://rugby843.blog

                     

Autumn in the country is a very unique treat, unlike the city where fallen branches, trash bags of leaves pile up and nature is pretty much ignored or treated like a chore.

Autumn in a country atmosphere means enjoying the fruits of the hard work of summer in the garden or fields. Halloween pumpkins abound. 

Beautiful colors adorn the trees and if fallen, they just add warmth to the cooling landscape. They provide piled up jumping fun for children and mulch to cover sleeping gardens and greenery. 

The hovering mist of fog on country streams remind the inhabitants to dig deep under cover for the coming season of winter. Icy droplets nurture the land resting till spring comes once again.

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“Look yummy, don’t they? Don’t let the kids touch them!” Mom said as she left the kitchen.
“I won’t!” Dad said as he left, secretly carrying three of the freshly made tarts.

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2017/10/07/weekend-writing-prompt-23-taste/

One of my favorite words because I think it sounds exactly like what it means eeeelaaaastic! It almost snaps back on your tongue with the “tic” part. Okay, I can see you’re looking up the loony bin number on your cell phone to ask the white coats to pick me up….it wouldn’t be the first time…I’m kidding!

YES, I AM!

Elastic can apply to a lot of things but right now I’m choosing relationships. We’ve all been there–attraction, retraction, attraction, right? Today I’m wishing lots of attraction with no retraction. But life is elastic, isn’t it?

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/elastic/

Just for the sake of argument

These children were not fortunate

To take a stroll

Requiring a toll

See her ancient bones

A feature of crones

With skin too arid

And very thin haired

Kids that had no fear at stake 

Fell for the witch that could bake!

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/10/07/saturday-mix-same-same-but-different-7-october-2017/

The challenge is to post seven black and white photos, no people, of everyday life for seven consecutive days.  Have fun!
Today I challenge Elaine – https://roseelaineblog.wordpress.com

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It is Friday night, and writing this post early.  The prompt this week for the Stream of Consciousness is save or safe.  With today’s news of our esteemed president cutting down another safe limb for women’s health, it proves he has no intention of saving any humanitarian concepts presented by previous leaders of our country.  

Without birth control provided, without Planned Parenthood facilities and subsidized medicines, our country’s inhabitants will be forced to sneak into dark alleys, finding disreputable medics and risk their lives. This is 2017, not 1817. 

Is this what one of the richest men in the US wants, besides the obvious title of King? To see the rest of us, the middle and lower classes just grovel for existence?  Is he so far removed from reality?  If you read his speeches of the last two weeks and more, you’ll see the answer is yes.  He cares not for the common man.  He has no idea what it feels like to be hungry, without shelter, or wading in mud seeing everything he has destroyed.

I’ll bet you regret reading my blog today.  Just delete, that’s the easy part.

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These well worn abandoned wheels might represent used and tired feelings of love.  It’s been a while since I’ve felt the energy of passion, the use of all the machinations preparing to meet a mate.  Anxiety, wishfulness, hopeful dreams of what may come, all now abandoned like these wheels.  They’ve been outdone, used beyond their limits and now lie broken.  Their only hope would be to adorn someone’s garage interior, as a remembrance of days gone by.  
Love might be compared as only to remind us of what was real at the time, the longed for, what was achieved, what was realized, and what ended.  It still exists, only in a different form, just like these wheels.  No longer bright or shiny, although possibly useful, just in a different, but pleasing way. 

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/10/05/tale-weaver-140-5th-october-wheels/

Actually I’ve never been what you might call normal.  I don’t like crowds, loud concerts, heavily packed stores, screaming of any kind, crawly insects or arachnipods, fishing, setting alone on a park bench, just to name a few.  Most of the people close to me, even in childhood, probably thought I wasn’t normal. 

Definitely in school, I was the odd girl out.  I was shy, confused, always tried to do my best at everything, sometimes failing.  I didn’t attend any after school activities or participate in sports.  I didn’t dress in the girls’ locker room in view of the other students.  I was way too serious to actually enjoy my high school days.

I never wanted to “go along” with the “rest” except for one thing, clothes.  I worked a few weeks at an after school job to afford a then popular, matching sweater set.  It seemed to me all the girls had lots, but I just wanted one to show off.  My mother made most of my clothes so you can see the reason behind wanting the set.  I was proud, really, of my mother’s ability, I just wanted to be able to “fit in” once, just once.  My usual stand apart reasoning, if there was any, went by the wayside.  I did wear it for my senior pictures–you know the black and white ones of just your head in the sixties?  Nowadays there are many full body shots of the senior students, in various poses with objects they love or displaying their talents.  I think that’s a great idea, since no matter how shy you are, you have photos to show that yes, you’re the normal one, at least for a few minutes.

Time To Write: Sentence Starter 27

After reading the “genius” President was going to cast another blow to women and healthcare concerns, I started humming “Another One Bites the Dust”, thinking, here goes another one down.  People have fought for women’s issues in healthcare for a long time, and here comes the good old boy network with their vicious Fosdick grins tearing down any progress made.  This of course, is not a women’s issue alone.  Curbing unwanted pregnancies should be a world issue for many reasons.  It takes two to tango, but somewhere along the line, these so called leaders in office think it’s their prerogative to let women fend for ourselves.  It’s not just a feminist issue.  It should be on everyone’s agenda to not go back into the dark ages with healthcare.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/genius/