This is the story of one sad, lonely pumpkin.
15 Pumpkin plants were planted by seed.
They were nourished and cared for when they started to sprout
Their permanent home was well looked after and filled with organic soil to encourage their growth to maturity
They were lovingly planted in the soil with all of their sproutlet friends
And everything was flourishing while the beautiful pumpkin vines were spreading their wings and taking over their corner of the garden.
And a baby was born finally
And he started to grow bigger. Everyday yearning for a pumpkin sibling to join him.
But that was not to be and out of 15 plants this is our only sad, lonely pumpkin!!
Ok, so whoever made this has a punctuation issue!!! Thank God for Farmers!!
Cheers to your Monday!!
Even the sky is “BLUE FOR BEN” ( http://bensauer.blogspot.com/ ) in Buffalo. With the somber moods of most of us in Buffalo it appears even the weather is mourning and angry. We are in the midst of a huge thunderstorm at the moment and it seems fitting.
When I Am An Old Horsewoman
I shall wear turquoise and diamonds,
And a straw hat that doesn’t suit me
And I shall spend my social security on
white wine and carrots,
And sit in my alleyway of my barn
And listen to my horses breathe.
I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And ride the old bay gelding,
Across the moonstruck meadow
If my old bones will allow
And when people come to call, I will smile and nod
As I walk past the gardens to the barn
and show instead the flowers growing
inside stalls fresh-lined with straw.
I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair
as if it were a jewel
And I will be an embarrassment to ALL
Who will not yet have found the peace in being free
to have a horse as a best friend
A friend who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes
For the kind of woman I will be
When I am old.
-Author Patty Barnhart