Monday, July 20, 2020

Monday WRites 255


[Today'mosaic: smiles and mashed potatoes]

He loves me, he loves me not. That was now her frequent pastime. Plucking fragile petals off her garden daises. Was this what love and trust had come to? A classic determination of personal enquiry?
Weather permitting, she would see him later on this evening, one more time before he set sail to the vast blue yonder.
Turning her face skyward, she sighed. A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. She shifted her gaze. At her feet her litter of daisy flowers looked sad, scattered, torn apart for no other reason but insecurity. Oh well she might as well start peeling those potatoes for tonight's late supper.
© gillena cox 2020
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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
# 89: A-campin' We Did Go

AND


Jazzing it up on Prosery Monday
Prompted by Lillian to include the line a red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills
from Jazz Fantasia by Carl Sandberg


REVISIT
20 JuLY 2016
20JuLY 2015
we are on Camp


55 comments:

  1. Lovely smiley mosaic today, why the mashed potatoes though I wonder? I am intrigues!
    Happy MM.

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  2. Mashed potatoes - more reason to smile Maggie. Happy you dropped by

    much😊love

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  3. We all smile for mashed potatoes! heehee! Happy Monday!

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  4. Thanks for dropping by Diane

    Much😊love

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  5. A Smiley is always a good idea, Gillena. I like your mosaic. The mashed potetoes remains a mystery. Did to eat them today? Stay healthy and well, dear blogfriend.

    Happy MosaicMonday

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    1. Glad i sparked your intetest. The smiles are new July images i just threw in the old photo of mashed potatoes as a bit of mischief

      Much😊love

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  6. ...EVERY day should be a smile day!!! Keep smiling my friend.

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  7. I love mashed potatoes and it looks like shopping bags.
    Dawn aka Spatulas On Parade

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  8. Glad you dropped by Dawn

    Much😊love

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  9. What a shift from the romance of ‘He loves me, he loves me not’ and picking daisy petals to peeling the potatoes for a late supper! Back to earth with a bump!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Kim

      Much✏love

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  10. Interesting to think about that pile of plucked daisy petals as a sign of insecurities!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Lillian

      Much✏love

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  11. I like the story and the collage.

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  12. For me, it is the red moon that signals the shift from whimsical to harsh and mundane.I do love me some mashed tatters though.

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    1. 😊thanks for your appreciation Glenn

      Much✏love

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  14. Great use of the prompt!
    Love this...

    At her feet her litter of daisy flowers looked sad, scattered, torn apart for no other reason but insecurity

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Dwight

      Much✏love

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  15. Such an intimate portrait is conveyed here, Gillena. So lifelike I can see her and the scene in my mind.
    Jade Li at tao-talk.com

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Jade

      Much✏love

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  16. I'm smiling because I had to go back and re-read to understand why everyone expected the potatoes to be mashed. Here I had a taste for crispy fried ones!! Great write!

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  17. 😊thanks for your appreciation Bev

    Much✏love

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  18. Love this! The imagery and symbolism is very interesting.

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  19. Yhanks for your appreciation Lucy

    Much✏love

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  20. No matter what is going on in our life, we still need to put dinner on the table!

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    1. Thank you for your appreciation Sallie

      Much😊love

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  21. Gillena - a truly wonderful piece of prose. I think all of us can relate to what you describe! Thanks for linking to Mosaic Monday!

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  22. Thank you for dropping by Angie

    Much😊love

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  23. It sounds like she's in a rut, but I hope it's just temporary. I hope she either knows he loves her, or she moves on.

    I do love mashed potatoes though! 😀

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Merril

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  24. Hello,

    Love the cute and fun mosaic. Mashed potatoes are my hubby's favorite, he is making some for tonight's dinner. Take care, stay safe! Have a great day and week ahead.

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  25. I'm so glad that we don't have to rely on a petal count to determine someone's love for us! Have a good week♥

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  26. Happy you dropped by Suzy

    Much😊love

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  27. So wonderfully done! The prompt is weaved into the prose seamlessly. Bravo!

    Take care
    Jay

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  28. Thanks for your appreciation Jay

    Much✏love

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  29. That little bit of whimsy of plucking the petals off the daisy... as if it could truly determine an other's love. And yet, we've all done it, haven't we?
    Like the switch from daydreaming to reality... maybe one day the two will meet?

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  30. Thanks for your appreciation Dale

    Much✏love

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  31. She's a romantic with a sensible streak

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation DeBI

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  32. Perhaps the answer lies beyond those hills, rather than out to sea.

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  33. lol, I love that bag with a smiley in it. First thing I saw and it made me smile too.
    Take care!

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  34. At her feet her litter of daisy flowers looked sad,
    scattered, torn apart for no other reason but insecurity.

    Living things undoubtedly can find their own way of expression. We belief it so but many may not realize it. Good write Gillena!

    Hank

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  35. I remember girls from my elementary school days that played the "love me/love me not" game with petals. A bittersweet tale, indeed! Lovely!

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  36. Thanks for your appreciation Frank

    Much✏love

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  37. Cool story, Gillena. I hope the character works her way out of insecurity.

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  38. I'm stopping back by to tell you we are watching the weather and hoping you are ok and the storm is not bad. Let us know how you are my friend! You are in my prayers. Hugs, Diane

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  39. Diane thank you for dropping by here in Trinidad and Tobago, it is raining constantly, we had some thunder-y weather also but the storm has so far been kind enough to stay away

    Much💙💜💖💛💚love

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