Share Your World From 4-27-20

Well, It is almost the end of the Sharing week but here I am at last to SHARE MY WORLD WITH ALL OF YOU!

This is the challenge where our hostess, Melanie, asks us 5 questions and in answering them we, her contributors, share our worlds. When you have finished reading my shares, please check out Melanie’s site, by clicking the link above, to see how she and all of our other Sharing friends have answered.

Now on to the questions:

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Do guns protect people or kill people?  Or both?

Guns are tools, inanimate objects. They can neither protect nor kill. Now people…people…. How I long for a return to innocence where killing and protecting were not things we did or ever had to do.

Is it more important to be respected or liked?

I think it depends who you are trying to get to respect or like you. I have wasted a lot of time trying to get certain people to treat me in ways they had no capacity for. I have discovered that “like” and “respect” are beggars wishes. Even if you get them you can’t long keep them.

Is having a big ego a negative or  positive trait?  (yeah I know.  Duh. But there ought to be one “gimme’ in the pile)

Oye. We could do with a little less ego in the world right now.

Depending on your point of view, is death a new beginning? 

Yes. In fact, aside from the second coming it is the real beginning.

FINALLY:

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I am so grateful to have a garden to work in.



2020 Home Photo Challenge 5-2-20

THIS YEAR I AM GIVING MYSELF A CHALLENGE! ONE PHOTO EVERYDAY TAKEN FROM MY HOME. IF YOU WANT TO JOIN JUST TAKE A PHOTO IN OR AROUND YOUR HOME AND WRITE YOUR OWN BLOG AND POST THE LINK IN THE COMMENTS SECTION BELOW IT.

It seems that I forgot to post yesterday! How did I lose a whole day? It must be the shut-in! 🙂

Anyway…. here is today’s project at The Vicarage.

A load of garden soil.

Some pots for the gardens.

The second raised bed is ready to be turned.

FOTD- May 1

This post is in response to CEE’S FLOWER OF THE DAY CHALLENGE ON MAY 1ST.

It is a cold rainy day here in Massachusetts. We are several weeks behind Cee as far as the gardens go. My iris’ are just poking their heads through the ground. I am looking forward to brighter, sunnier days that will bring forth the blooms I wait in hope for. They will come. Patience is a power word for this year and we are all practicing it.

In the meantime:

Memories are such precious things.

Rebuilding From the Table Up.

This post is in response to WITHIN CAVE WALLS #FUN20083 WRITING CHALLENGE.

You can learn the rules of the challenge by clicking the underlined link above.

Below is my chosen prompt for the challenge and my story:

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Chasten and Catherine’s favorite date location all through high school was The Lois’ Cafe just outside the drive-in theater. Their table was table three right at the edge of the chained courtyard. From there, they could sip their shared malted as they waited for the previews of the movie to start. It was at that table that Chasten first proposed, and it was at that table that Catherine first told him, “Not yet.”

Chasten and Catherine went off to college. Chasten proposed every year on the anniversary of his first proposal.

Each time Catherine said, “Not yet.”

By the time they graduated The Lois’ had burned down and the drive-in had closed. So, on the sixth anniversary of his first proposal Chasten took Catherine to the overgrown lot where the Lois’ and the drive-in had once been. Now all that was left was table three.

The lovers sat together at the favorite table in the long grass. A pizza and a bottle of wine was the “romantic fare” Chasten had chosen for their dinner. As the couple finished the last piece of the small pie between them, Chasten got down on one knee and presented Catherine with a piece of paper.

Catherine read the first line “Deed of purchase.”

“It’s mine now Cat.” He said gesturing to the panorama around them.

“Ours if you’ll have me.” He finished the annual proposal.

“We’ll rebuild it from the table up!” Catherine said, and she kissed her fiance’