The Bag Lady

A nice quote, but I wish just even one cabinet member followed that principle. As it is they all reach and seem to achieve their demented desires and put the remaining people in chaos and danger.

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Reena’s Xploration Challenge #426

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I’d rather be sitting on a porch swing, spring blossoms in my vision, watching a big ol’ jar of sun tea turn amber, and watching my new great grand babies. Heavenly.

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Sun tea is a classic summer beverage made by steeping tea bags in a jar of water in direct sunlight for 3 to 5 hours, resulting in a mellow, low-tannin flavor. Use 4–8 bags per gallon of water, optionally adding herbs or citrus. Safety Warning: Because it brews in the “danger zone” (40–140°F), it may grow bacteria; refrigerate immediately and drink within 24 hours. 

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One-Liner Wednesday – I’d rather be…

Flower or flowers are my favorite things. I love the look, the feel, and the scents! In Colorado I had a large span/set of yellow roses, a barrier of bushes big and wide. Every year we would gather many of them to put on gravesites at the two local cemeteries. We also had lilacs, all colors, peony bushes, and a crab apple tree. It was a beautiful yard with all the colors. I also had little garden areas of lilacs, iris, honeysuckle and different colored columbine, the blue being the Colorado state flower. I very much miss it.

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Writing Prompts

Thinking of Spring

Tulip time
Lilies chime
Crocus clime

Spring has sprung
Church bells rung
Robin songs

Lakes melting
Fish smelting
Rain pelting

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Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 60, Tricube, 14/April/2026

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What it takes to come out from under the covers, bare your soul? I don’t really know because I rarely do it. I just type out a blog every day, try to keep it rated PG at least, but I do sometimes wish to stretch into the “romantic porn” which is what one of my granddaughters calls it. It’s easy to write that type of story or poem, so I try to think inside the box most of the time. I’ve been “published” in small poetry books, but never took the plunge to write a book. Publication is truly baring your soul, your hard work, your efforts to please, really. I chose please because we all want to receive praise for our work, hoping for it, longing for just one person that really understands what you mean, what you’re talking about, and understand.

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Prosery: Publication

Where does love go?
I think I know personal experience – here I show
The lover that you thought would be
Beside me for a life of glee
That’s only a rhyme, I know for sure
Love with lust is the allure
But that fades, at least with us
Years happen, gets covered in dust
Little things start to annoy
And I think, who is this boy
Is he the one I used to adore?
Or is he the one I ignored
Raising children took my aim
I think I lost him in my game
To be the perfect mother
What a scam
To think I could be that, I am
Embarrassed to my core
I should have tried for more
For him who snuck away in bad health
And the love snuck out with stealth
I realized too late
Now love is gone, it is my fate.

Poetics: Where does love go?

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Joe looked at the clock and started to panic. He raised his hand to share the time as the wait staff was busy preparing the cold plates. To keep the crisp fried fish safe he had to maintain a warm temperature before serving. It was hard enough to keep the brown gravy covered potatoes from turning into a party meltdown. At last serving time was here!

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MLMM Monday Wordle #472

Share Your World 13th April 2026