Posted in Syllable Lune

Seeds of Hope

Dandelion puffs floating

Floating in the wind

Wish carriers

Carrying someone’s dream

Syllable Lune

Sitting outside, lately I have noticed many white puff balls floating by, some even landing on me or close enough to catch.

They always remind me of my childhood times of picking dandelion puffs and blowing wishes in the wind.

Why Do People Wish on Dandelions? | Wonderopolis

Posted in Nonet

Caught Red Handed

Red raspberries on a bush

Red raspberries from grandpa’s garden

Secretly picked, (or so we thought…)

A little bit of sweetness,

A quick pick and fast run,

Tasted extra good,

Covertly eaten,

In a tree.

Childhood

Loot

Nonet

Cheesecake and raspberriesAs I was eating a piece of cheesecake topped with fresh red raspberries today, the memory of grandpa’s red raspberries came to mind.

My grandpa lived in the country and always had a big garden. He grew strawberries, potatoes, carrots, radishes, tomatoes, beans, peas, sweet corn and much more. I loved eating all the bounty from his garden but my most favorite was the big red raspberries from the berry bushes along the fence.

And even though we kids were warned to stay out of the garden and berries unless grandpa was with us, we used to sometimes try to sneak in to see if we could pick and run without being seen! 😊

But alas, grandpa would always see us or catch us, (most of the time,) and then we’d get a stern talking to from him. 😊

Posted in Choka, Double Choka, NaPoWriMo 2020

Cat vs Dog vs Me

Dog and Cat in a face off

An imaginary conversation between my cat Naomi and my dog Trixi.

“Sorry, wasn’t my fault!

I really didn’t mean to bite!”

Naomi meowed loudly.

“She pushed me right at you!”

“She only wanted to

Make us be friends” said Trixi

“Then why did you growl,

And snap at me? It scared me!”

“I wasn’t feeling friendly then”

“But now you are?”

Naomi indignantly hissed.

“Yes, we owe her that,

Don’t you agree, Naomi?

After all, your bite

Could’ve locked up her jaw!

We could have lost her!”

“Yes, but It still wasnt my fault!

Cats don’t want dogs for their friend!”

Double Choka

NaPoWriMo Day 7–“Prompt: “How the other tells it”

Remember an encounter with an animal.

Write a poem about the way the animal describes the encounter to its friends.

When I was about six years old I made the mistake of trying to make my newly acquired cat and my older dog to become friends.

I was holding my cat and put her up close to my feisty rat terrier dog thinking I would get them acquainted, and then hopefully they would become friends.

Just as my mom yelled at me to stop, the dog growled and snapped at the cat. The cat got scared and instead of letting her jump away free to run I held on to her and she turned on me and bit me on my cheek close to my ear.

This resulted in a very quick trip to the doctor who was a 30 minute drive away and me getting a shot of penicillin. The doctor said if mom hadn’t gotten me to him right away I might have gotten lockjaw and possibly died. This was in 1950.

I learned a hard lesson that day which I never forgot. Don’t try to force friendships on anyone, especially animals!

Posted in Cinquain

The Summer of ‘48

Image of margarine in a squeezable bag
Image Credit—from http://www.oldtime.com: Delrich E-Z

In my

Grandpa’s kitchen

A Sarsaparilla

As my reward, I sit kneading

Oleo

Cinquain

I was 4 years old, and it was my delight to have grandpa ask me if I wanted to come inside his old country kitchen and knead his package of margarine for him.

As a treat, he would reward me with a bottle of sarsaparilla from his refrigerator.

During World War II there was a shortage of butter in the United States, and oleomargarine (later called Oleo) became popular, except the dairy farmers banned the artificial colorings put in it that made it look like butter, therefore it was not yellow looking like butter, it had a whitish un-appetizing look kind of like lard. So to get around that law and enable a change to its looks, to make it more marketable, margarine makers created a capsule of yellow dye and placed it inside inside the plastic package of margarine.

After purchasing, the consumer could break the capsule that was inside the package, and then knead the package to distribute the dye, thus turning the margarine to a yellow color.

Around 1955, the artificial coloring laws were repealed, and margarine could once again be sold colored like butter.

That is when Oleo became very popular and was banned in many dairy states across the US.

I grew up in Lake County,

Illinois, just one mile from the Illinois-Wisconsin state border.

In Illinois Oleo was legal, in the dairy state of Wisconsin, it was not legal.

During the early 60’s there was a lot of illegal Oleo buying going on across state lines. People would come from Wisconsin into Illinois to buy cases of Oleo.

Many of the Truck Stops and gas stations along the border would sell Oleo and thus “Oleo Wars” took place as businesses would compete with each other to have the lowest prices.

NaPoWriMo-Facebook Page–Day 6–Prompt: Grandparent’s Kitchen

Margarine–

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margarine

Sarsaparilla Soft Drink–

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarsaparilla_(soft_drink)

Posted in July 2019, Syllabic Verse

Scent-A-Mental Memories

Our Old House 1959
Our Old House 1959

My childhood alarm clock was varied, often ‘twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum peculator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets,
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling, “Leona! Time to get up.”
Those sounds, smells and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.

Syllabic Verse

Posted in April 2019, NaPoWriMo 2019, Syllabic Verse

Scent-A-Mental Memories

Aluminum Percolator

My childhood alarm clock was varied, often twas

Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.

Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum percolator,

A signal it was five am and mom was awake,

Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.

I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets

Knowing I have another hour before I hear

Dad’s voice calling,“ Leona! Time to get up!”

Those sounds, smells,and sights are now memories

Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.

Syllabic Verse

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 13–Off Prompt

Posted in May 2018, Syllabic Verse

Berry Bittersweet

Red Currents and Red Current Jelly Drawing by Leonas Designs

Red Current Berry

Picking after school

Bane of my existence

But their yummy jelly

Was my sweet reward

5 Syllabic Verse

A bittersweet memory….😊

When I was young we had 5 Red Current bushes in our backyard which were the pride and joy of my mom who loved Red Current Jelly but their existence was a bane to my brother and I as we were the daily fruit pickers!

It was our after school chore and one we immensely disliked! But….we did enjoy eating the yummy jelly on our toast that mom made from the berries.

I found this recipe online that is very similar to my mom’s, not sure that I am ready to make any of this jelly, but perhaps you readers might.

Red Currant Jelly Recipe