Camped Out In the Garden

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Ohhh….you Toads look delicious on this fine Friday.  When I gaze into my crystal ball I see each and every one of you doing what you do best, and that is making the world a better place. Through words, deeds, family, work, I am always so proud of each and every one of you.  Except you Hedge….Ok, you too…damnation quit your hollering, I was only kidding. So unlike some of my USA friends and many of the overseas folks, Spring is really on full tilt boogie in my neck of the woods,  Here in Cowboy Land, eighty plus degree temperatures, plenty of sunshine to shovel, got my pool cleaned and ready for the bikini models to show up at my house for a pool party….its been all too lovely.  I have also been camping a couple of times already this year and that is what I am going too use as inspiration today.  Nothing too hard as I know you are busy planting bulbs, smelling flowers and procreating.

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I am giving you three choices to choose from this time, maybe that will make it easier, maybe not.  I want you to envision the last time you went camping, or your favorite camping trips as a youngster, or maybe that hot and sultry camping trip you took with a lover that turned out to be an axe murderer.  Think of the feelings, the smells, the sights, the fire, the darkness, peeing outside, whatever you can conjure up in those canyon minds you all seem to possess.  Use one of the following three prompts to write something.  You know the drill, it can be a poem, story, soup can label, underwear tag, screenplay…whatever you want. Now on to the prompts:

1. Write me a Smore, something crisp and crunchy for the beginning and ending stanzas, but soft and gooey in the middle stanzas.  Make it yummy, make it warm and above all don't skimp on the chocolate.

2. Tell me about a bump in the night, a scare, a ghost story.  Something to get my blood pumping, put me on the edge of my seat. No one armed men with hooks on lovers lane though, I am sick of standing trial for that one year in and year out.

3. Give me a Lewis and Clark run down of the lands you have surveyed, what types of indigenous creatures or plants that moved you or utter beauty you beheld, or the near death experience at the hands of Mother Nature.

Ok, there you have it. I am missing the Garden as of late because of all of the traveling and work.  But rest assure good Toads, I will lend an eye and an ear to each on of your delicate submissions, and will savor every morsel long into the night as the coals from the fire burn down to nothing more than shadows and tendrils of smoke.  Love you all and have a happy weekend!!!!