Here are this week’s questions:
1. Have you ever roller skated? Yes, liked it.
2. Have you ever ridden a horse (or donkey) Yes. We had a horse growing up in the farm – no donkeys that I remember.
3. What was your favourite ride at a fun fair? The swings and tiltawhirl.
4. Choice of fun fair prizes:
coconut, cuddly toy, £10/$10 cash prize. I don’t remember playing any of the carnival games.
Gratitude: I’m grateful to my GP for answering my call this morning☺️
Share Your World 6th May 2024
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What do you see # 237- May 6, 2024
“Okay people, let’s take off our shoes and wiggle those toes! Yep, please push those cuties into the soft green grass and smile! Remember, no matter your age you can make changes in your life to be happy, relaxed and feel good! This will also improve your coloring to a pleasant pink blush on your skin…and say goodbye to that pasty white complexion. Believe me, you will feel better instantly when you let Mother Nature put some sunshine into your life! Now before you go, let’s all give the camp’s cheer:
Boom de Roca boom de Roca let’s get healthy!
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MLMM Wordle #371
Shiny blisters of old wounds on the forest’s pine trees glowed innocuously in the moonlight. Pebbles scattered about the base of the trees laden with pine needles mingled, hiding small creatures of the night. Empty of the daylight’s deer and rabbits, shadows of gasping ghosts roamed free. Forest lore suggests the specters are slowly vanishing and the older spirits have gone underground to stay.
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Wordle 653
I have two best friends, sisters a year apart, one my age and one younger. My mom never let me spend a night away from home but knew this family well. My dad and their dad commuted to their jobs together. Admittedly I really didn’t want to spend any nights away from home. The two sisters came to my farm and we decided to sleep in the hay mow. They had a flashlight…my undoing. I guess it was their plan to scare me and they did. I hated spiders, still do, and that night as we lay together, they scanned the ceiling of the barn to reveal huge and I mean HUGE hairy spiders that would move in the flashlight beam. Apparently all my playing in the hay barn, it never occurred to me before this that we kids were not the only residents. That was the first and last night spent in the barn.
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Sunday Confessionals – Forgotten tales
Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link up at Wednesday’s post. Link goes live at 6:00 pm through Saturday late…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers.
PROMPT WORD: GRAIN
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Growing up on a dairy farm, we had cows, a bull, chickens and 200 acres to play in. The hay barn was a fun place to jump and play but my love was the grain house. We weren’t allowed to play in there of course, but we could open the door and briefly enjoy the aroma. I suppose that’s one reason why I love breads that have texture and flavor as an adult. It was a building that housed the most lovely smell, fresh grain. I hated milk and my least favorite place was the milk house. 🤓
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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!
The Sangre de Cristo Mountains (Spanish for “Blood of Christ“) are the southernmost subrange of the Rocky Mountains. They are located in southern Colorado and northern New Mexico in the United States. The mountains run from Poncha Pass in South-Central Colorado, trending southeast and south, ending at Glorieta Pass, southeast of Santa Fe, New Mexico. The mountains contain a number of fourteen thousand foot peaks in the Colorado portion, as well as several peaks in New Mexico which are over thirteen thousand feet.
The name of the mountains may refer to the occasional reddish hues observed during sunrise and sunset, and when **alpenglow occurs, especially when the mountains are covered with snow. Although the particular origin of the name is unclear, it has been in use since the early 19th century. Before that time the terms “La Sierra Nevada”, “La Sierra Madre”, “La Sierra”, and “The Snowies” (used by English speakers) were used.[1] According to legend, “sangre de Cristo” were the last words of a priest who was killed by Native Americans.
**Alpenglow (German) Strictly speaking, alpenglow refers to indirect sunlightreflected or diffracted by the atmosphere after sunset or before sunrise. This diffuse illumination creates soft shadows in addition to the reddish color. The term is also used informally to include direct illumination by the reddish light of the rising or setting sun, with sharply defined shadows.
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(Somewhat) Cyberpunk Saturday
Colleen’s hokku:
an empty attic
the sound of April showers
thunderous rumblings
This is my attempt at a new answer to your hokku, Colleen.
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24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 32, 4/30/24, Part II, Grain Rain (April 19 – May 4) Koku 穀雨
The Bag Lady 
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