Easter brought Reester Bunnies into the house, and I took the last of the ornaments off the Mardi Gras tree, dropping shiny beads and plastic eggs into a plastic pumpkin till next year. Someone else must disassemble the dusty tree.
To wake in praise is really something. I'd done that thing of asking my overnight self to guide me, and the morning dream was me typing a review that praised a woman and a man, young and old, someone kind and someone mean (in the past).
At the moment I praise Blondie and Brownie (home of the unwrapped Reester Bunny) and marvel that they've actually eaten something called the Chicken and Waffle cupcake, pictured at their blog, here. Yet another taste sensation as unusual as Bacon and Chocolate, but all these foodies claim it works!
And while I'm at it, I should mention Foodgasm: the Blog. Green bean casserole will never be the same.
Ah, and now I can praise the sun for coming out!
How long will it stay?!
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April 26 poem-a-day prompt:
April showers, May flowers (but no actual clichés allowed in poem; maybe it can be a ghazal)
Not long, I can answer about the sun, a fine gray rolling in on the hefty wind.
ReplyDeleteFat Tuesday? What an excuse to splurge on chocolate! Yummy!
ReplyDeleteYes, Fat Tuesday will just keep coming around in here, Emily!
ReplyDeleteLily-of-the-valley as pixie stick soldiers at ease--How funny. I spent part of the afternoon trying to remember the name of pixie sticks and some other candy that explodes on your tongue. The house where I grew up had a big slope of lily-of-the-valley. We called them popcorn flowers.
ReplyDeleteYes, yes, when they open, sweet popcorn! Mine in the north bed are still thin stalks. My neighbor's in a sunny corner are much farther along.
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