remembering peaches,
my daughter’s ice cream cone
melted too fast
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: It’s officially Spring on March 21, and that leads me to think of the Farmer’s Market, when the first local produce goes on sale and blossoms scent the air. Welcome to my Poetry Friday post. Visit Rebecca Herzog, this week’s host, for the remaining line-up. Thanks, Rebecca!
Lovely.
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Love this! Sorry I missed it when you posted.
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I haven’t had time to sort out the link ups. They aren’t working for me, and I don’t have time to figure out why. Frustrating, but the truth. Thanks for coming to see me, despite my not being able to link in some Fridays.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
REALLY LIKE THOSE PEACHES, BRENDA—DID YOU GET HER ANOTHER ONE? 😀
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There’s always another ice cream cone. Your peaches line makes me remember a song.
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It was almost a “smart remark,” but I thought better of it! This dog has to change!
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Sometimes we get to close to the line when we crack jokes. It’s a hazard.
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Thank you—and it is a hazard…failing their expectations and being offended!
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You have to be you.
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YEP. THANKS!
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your picture of peaches is making me hungry for them
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They are wonderful, even canned in syrup. 🙂
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Love peaches!
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I miss the farmer’s market.
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They look so good.
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Yum!
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i’m very ready and my name is peaches, so…
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🙂 It snowed again today. Sigh.
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Don’t they always? 🙂
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Makes me crave summer! (and peaches)
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If only…
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A wonderful celebration of the warm weather coming, Brenda.
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Thanks, Jet. Sadly, it snowed today.
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