Day: March 24, 2021

Sunday Stills Monthly Color Challenge – Spring #Green

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As we don’t have much green happening here in central Maryland, I am going to cheat and offer up some early offerings of Spring blossoms. I hope this is acceptable.

I have no idea what these little blue flowers are called but they just recently popped up in great plentitude. Below please see them a little closer.

When the forsythias bloom, it’s a sure sign that Spring has sprung.

I’m called Little Buttercup, dear Little Buttercup,
Though I could never tell why.
But still I’m called Buttercup, Poor Little Buttercup,
Sweet Little Buttercup, I!

I’ve snuff and tobaccy, and excellent jacky,
I’ve scissors, and watches, and knives;
I’ve ribbons and laces to set off the faces
Of pretty young sweethearts and wives

I’ve treacle and toffee, I’ve tea and I’ve coffee,
Soft tommy and succulent chops;
I’ve chickens and conies, and pretty polonies,
And excellent peppermint drops. –Gilbert & Sullivan, HMS Penafore

There’s an absolute riot of daffodils and jonquils all over Annapolis!

CMMC – Match Words with ch or ck

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Sneak submission for Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge – Match Words with ch or ck.

First I’d like to offer you a baCKyard feast.

You can tell it’s raining because the squirrels’ tails are wet!

Here we have the CHesapeake Bay with a big tanker.

Here we have some branCHes in front of a big, blue sky.

Mustn’t forget to include the duCKs.

Last but not least we have a staCK of wood!

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Dangerous

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When Princess Pirouette rose from her prayers and turned to leave the chapel, she saw the dark figure sitting in the last pew. Giving her eyes a moment to adjust to the candlelight, after being closed for so long during prayer, she made out that it was the Prime Minister who had been spying on her. Performing a brief curtsey, she said, “How may I help you, my lord?” Except for when he sat at the head of the Royal Council, my lord Prime Minister was the most taciturn of men, so Pirouette was surprised when he spoke.

Moving closer to Pirouette, my lord Prime Minister gave a perfunctory bow and then spoke hurriedly in hushed tones. “I fear, Your Highness, that His Majesty the King is in a most dangerous position. How shall I put it?” He paused to gather his thoughts. “It gives me great anguish to say that I fear His Majesty has been the victim of poisoning. Yes, poison!”