The outpour of friends to last weekend’s party was totally amazing and I would like to thank each and every one of you for making it a blast.
I hope it was worth the time of all who attended. The link can be accessed through here for those who were unable to step in. I look forward to seeing you at the end of this month 🙂
We had a riddle to tackle, however due to all the eating and dancing, the poor farmer couldn’t get a suitable suggestion but our Summer poetry story was quite impressively contributed to and a lot of folks spotted the difference clearly. 🙂
The compilation is below with attributions to contributors. Once again, thank you for the fun.
Riddle:
A poor farmer went to the market to sell some peas and lentils. However, as he had only one sack and didn’t want to mix peas and lentils, he poured in the peas first, tied the sack in the middle, and then filled the top portion of the sack with the lentils.
At the market, a rich innkeeper happened by with his own sack. He wanted to buy the peas, but he did not want the lentils.
Pouring the seed anywhere else but the sack is considered soiling.
To trade in sacks is not allowed. The farmer can’t cut a hole in his sack.
How would you transfer the peas to the innkeeper’s sack, which he wants to keep, without soiling the produce?
Answer:
Pour the lentils into the innkeeper’s sack, bind it and turn inside out. Pour in the peas. Then unbind the sack and pour the lentils back to your sack.
A little Summer tale…
We wore Summer dresses
spun like flower coloured cotton
that sat on each stalk
a cooking pot and twisted tales
Together we played hopscotch
With bright coloured chalk,
Whispered sweet nothings
Held hands while we walked.
A whisper of soft summer breeze
ruffled the spun flowery cotton
sweet summer scents floated
filling the air with sensuous delight
We gazed at a World
filled with the promise
of its untold treasures.
Ours to map out in time.
Stars glittered as we dreamed
Whispered of far places
We slow danced in the dark
Delighting the fireflies
Ray’s of sunshine glistening on dew
Morning glories meanwhile pushing through
Great friends may seem far and few
Until the blogger party begins
Light on our feet
we did the Harlem shuffle
Supposedly a poverty dance
but none of this matters,
when love takes a chance
sleeveless sundress
golden rays
paint her shoulders
paint her shoulders
tawny hues
show off her white dress
show off her white dress
soft and silken
like rose petals
like rose petals
soft and red
sensual lips
And Blue eyes
Like deep pools
Reflecting the summer skies
Picking fluffy balls,
My soft white hands ached,
But this was our living.
So everybody no matter who
Picked the cotton
And inside I smiled,
Knowing in days not too
Far away; there’d be new–
Cotton dresses for my —
Three Sisters and I,
Whatever the colour or pattern,
Brand new, latest style.
For now, the four of us picked,
In old cotton summer dresses
Sweltering and famished .
Walking down the street
our feet went flip flop
Wondering how far we had gotten
The heat is intense…
I enjoy beach at sunrise,
hide-out afternoon
Despite the oppressive heat
the need to hide from the burning rays
I slide over to you
we chat about the we that we are
we know soon it will cool
the beach will invite us
to walk through the break
hold hands and be young again.
The sun kissed our tresses
And kindled our thoughts on
Where to rest our toes from our walk
Let me tell you that being part of this wonderful crowd is a heartwarming experience and worth every single minute.
You guys are fine gentry. You rock 🙂
We’ll do it again soon.
Awesome!
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Thanks sis. Missed you at the partee 🙂
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Yes o sis, had a lot going on over the weekend ni :D.
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I can imagine.
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thank you for being such a gracious and warm host, i really enjoyed the party
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It ‘s a true pleasure 🙂
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Great party!!
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It was. Thanks my dear Kay 🙂
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Love the poem! Sorry I was out of town and missed the party!
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That’s okay my dear Diane. I saw the gift grandma gave you for the car’s spare wheel Tyre and knew you were on a road trip. Many more parties ahead 🙂
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Wasn’t that picture funny? 🙂
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Very much so 🙂
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That’s pretty cool ! Thanks Jacquie 🙂
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It’s a total pleasure Raili 🙂 When do we commence the monthly circle of friends?
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19th June will be the next one. I picked the middle of the month in the hopes that there will be less challenges then. they seem to fall a lot at the end and beginning.
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Hmm that makes a lot of sense.
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Love the solution! brilliant! 😀
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Thanks Meg. It’s fun to learn new stuff 🙂
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