Monday WRites 256

[TODAY'S MOSAIC: how i feed me]


[Quadrille - Bramble]

Through the bramble they went,
With basket in hand.
Oh precious time spent;
He, Annie, and sister Rhand.
Since those days were hottest,
And season so dry,
The berries were fullest;
Some to savor, and some for pie.
Nary a thought,
That danger awaits.
© gillena cox 2020

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You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #256: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧ It was a rainy thunder-y week with a sunny Wednesday, here last week. We wait to see what the weather holds for us this week

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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#90: Vintage Homes

AND


Quadrille#108
Among the Brambles
Prompted by Linda


REVISIT
The Red House
27 JuLY 2015
like a doll's house