It’s day one after a long weekend, up here in Canada. Yesterday we celebrated Queen Victoria’s Birthday, but most people call it the May 2-4 weekend. Hmmm . . . funny how beer also comes in cases of twenty-four. 🙂
Here are you’re ‘once-in-awhile’ photos with captions. Have a great day!
Happy day-before-Friday. Sun’s shining here once again, and the grass begs for a cut. It can wait. Well, at least until I finish posting here. Today I’ve decided to participate in author Keith Edgar Channing’s “Kreative Kue” Please follow the link to Keith’s fantastic blog.
Here is the photo prompt:
“So, Mr. Wrightbottom, can you tell us about the endangered Snufflepotomaus bird that inhabits this area?”
“Actually, that’s Snufflepotomaas, but I’ll forgive your ignorance. I’ll do better. I show one to you.”
“Um, are those M&M’s you’re pulling out of your bag?”
“My what? You mean my satchel? And ‘duh’ . . . I mean of course these are. Watch and learn. Look towards the long grass, near the base of that larger tree.”
“Okay! I mean, Larry, turn the camera that way.”
“Nyuk! Nyuk! Gobble! Gobble!”
“Oh . . . okay, and what is that move you’re doing? What does bobbing your head and sticking out your tongue do?”
“I’ ‘aw’ ‘in’ in’.”
“Ummm . . . it draws them in?”
“You’re nodding, so I guess that’s a ‘yes’.”
“Mr. Wrightbottom, what exactly is going on he—”
“Hey! We told you yesterday to stay out of here! This time I’m gonna’ call the cops! Flattening the ground keeper’s tires in his driveway, and then stealing his clothes from the locker! You’re going to jail, buddy!”
“What the **** is going on here!”
“Psst! Dave, we’re still on the air.”
“Oh ****! I mean, keep rolling! This boring gig just got a whole lot more exciting! Who knew the crazy guy could run! Did he just . . . aghh! Could have gone all day without seeing that!”
“I hear you Dave, in all my years I’d never thought I’d watch a naked man being chased across a golf course, while dropping M&M’s from his bag.”
“It’s a satchel! And who’re you calling crazy!”
“Apparently he can hear well, too.”
“Okay, I guess that’s a wrap, or unwrap. Larry, you want to go for a beer?”
It’s Cinco de Mayo, which is a holiday that celebrates the date of the Mexican army’s May 5, 1862 victory over France at the Battle of Puebla during the Franco-Mexican War. It’s also a rainy Wednesday, up here, in the Great Green North.
It’s been raining for most of the past week and I don’t want to hear anything more about what the rains bring. 🙂 Besides, it’s May, not April, so the little rhyme no longer applies. Anyhow, just thought I bring out some of these photos with captions, to hopefully brighten the day.
Cassie took a deep breath and blew her wishes into the wind. It was getting dark and Mommy wanted her home for dinner, so she got up and watched them drift into the sunset. Satisfied, Cassie went home, washed up, and sat down at the table.
“So, Miss, what did you get up to today?” Mother smiled.
“I blew some wishes out into the world.”
Mother handed Cassie a plate of spaghetti, her favorite, and winked at her. “I’d ask you what those were, but I know that takes away their magic.”
Later, as Cassie laid her head against the soft pillow, listening to the crickets and the hoot of Chester, the barn owl, she prayed that her wishes would find the right people.
As Cassie, slept, a great wind picked up and blew those wishes around the globe, over miles of ocean and into every country of the world.
One landed the shoulder of a grieving father, as he stood at the graveside of his ten year old daughter who’d died from leukemia. An inexplicable peace began to fill his heart.
Another drifted past an ICU nurse, as she left the hospital, exhausted and discouraged from a never ending battle against COVID. Hope renewed some of her energy and lifted her spirits.
One landed in the lap of a little girl, as she sat in threadbare clothes, eating the last meal she’d have for awhile. Her rumbling belly ceased and her heart was filled with the promise of a better tomorrow.
One landed on the uniform of a police man. The years of service for his community, had lately seemed to be overshadowed by the horrific actions of a few, and the media relentlessly pelted them with negative stereotypes. He felt his discouragement fade.
The last wish will land on you, wherever you are, and whatever you are going through. It will give you strength and resilience.
Happy Friday! The long weekend is here, yay! Here is my take on talented Author Suzanne Burkes’ weekly Fiction In a Flash Challenge. Authors are invited to write a short story about the photo shown. Please click on the above link to go to her blog site. Thank you so much, Suzanne for hosting this regular challenge!
“Captain BriIlaagisetogainalihandet! They’re closing in on us!”
“Argh! Landlubber knave! How many times do I hafta’ tell ye, not to call me by that name! It’s hyphnatted now!”
“Shortened! Like yer life, if ya’ call me that agin! It’s Bilgerat that I goes by, on these seas.”
“Um, right, of course. Meant no offense, sir . . . ah, Captain Bilge rat . . . er, I mean Bilgerat. It’s just that, well, do you think it was wise to steal the light house keeper’s secret recipe, for peanut butter brittle? He’s set the Royal Navy on us, and—”
“Ye be a quakin’ in yer booties, I see. Got nary a stomak fer the high stakes game of the buccaneer!”
“Ah, sorry, I’m a bit new at this. Oh hi, by the way, my name’s Rick. My first time working on a pirate ship, and all. We haven’t met, but I know—”
“Pirate! Ne’er use that word on this ship agin, or you’ll be shark chum! Got it! It’s not jus’ fer my sake, but yur’s too. Ya’ know, a man can’t do this fer’ever and some day ye’ll be walkin’ off into the reel world. Git yerself a wench an’ settle down, have a coupl’a kids an’ then you’ll be needin’ a job. ‘Magine puttin’ pirate on the resume! Argh! Best to put buccaneer, sounds best.”
“Um, Okay. Actually, speaking of shark chum, are you quite finished with dragging Bertrand behind the ship. I mean, it’s been a day since he broke into your stash of chocolate coins. You know, the ones you thought were real, until they melted in the sun.”
“Bah! I knew they’re choc’late, scallywag! I did! Don’t ye be eyeballin’ me that way. Who told ya’ that lie? Argh! Ne’er mind! Firs’ n’ fourmos’, do not be questionin’ my discipline means. Secondly, he’s floatin’ on a piece of crate from the croissants we stole from the French bakr’y. But yer right ‘bout that. He’s slowin’ us down, so best to cut ‘im loose. Take your sword, lad.”
“Wait! Bertrand makes delicious waffles, and he knows where to get the best cream and strawberries.”
“I know’ ya’ picaroon! It’s jus’ an espression! The blade is fer the ‘gulls. Keeps ‘em from getting too close an’ usin’ yer ‘noggin’ fer an outhouse!”
“Oh, yes, Master, Bilgerat. Nasty things, those birds. But before I go, I want to—”
“What? Know ‘bout if it was worth the recipe? Yay, I say! My Nanna used to make it best, and this here keeper says his is better, it’s all o’er the seven seas! See my tooth? The last one, and I’ll not be wastin’ it on brittle with the taste of sea glass. I swore an oath to dear Nanna, that I’d steal the recipe and find the truth. If it’s better, I’ll burn the recipe. No one bests Nanna!”
“Oh, you’re doing this all for your Grandmother, how swee— I mean swashbuckling, of you. But there’s one more thing.”
“Speak of it, then shutpan your mouth, an’ do as your told!”
“Well, um, how do I put this, you seem to be moderately good, sort of, at your job. You turn that large wheel thing, like a pro, but perhaps you need some brushing up on your navigational skills.”
“Ye be talkin’ yerself to the plank. Can ya’ swim?”
“Um, I don’t think that’ll be necessary, either the plank or the swim.”
“Nec’ary! I’ll tell ye’ what is that! As long as yer under these sail’s, I be tellin’ ye what’s that!”
“Okay. Fair enough, but I think someone might have a slightly different opinion.”
“An’ who might that scallywag be? I’ll send him to the Locker!”
“Oh, that would be the lighthouse keeper. You see, we did a full circle and—”
“My ship! Weigh anchors! Argh! It be too laaaatttteee!!!”