How so true!! Ring and run; a game I heard about when I was 20. Apparently, kids in neighborhoods play this. It's hard to nplay this where I grew up as neighbors were too far apart or the doorbells did not work.
Your poem and all the comments have me laughing. Very lighthearted day after the drama of the U2 New Year yesterday. Y'all are tricksters yourselves, led by Ma Nature.
A couch blown off a skyscraper patio in San Francisco yesterday? That's pretty scary!
The weather here really is a trickster. But I have lived in Western Washington so long, clouds don't bother me. It's the 100 degree weather that never used to happen that sucks. And of course the occasional 20 or 30 days of rain in a row.
A friend from Seattle arrived yesterday to visit us in the CA high desert for a needed dose of sun. Nope. She was met with gale force winds and a steady downpour. The Trickster is extra busy this year.
Fun. But it reminds me of my first published poem (in a little mag of negligible repute, now defunct, of course), It begins, "Spring snapped like a trap, / On a gray windy day . . . ." It gets worse & continues to rhyme with a vengeance.
Then the trickster hops over to to the 509, pulls the same stunt, then tis back over the hill again, at least confirming that Washington is indeed a single state with variant ribcages on either side of its Cascadian spinal column. Such a rascal.
How so true!! Ring and run; a game I heard about when I was 20. Apparently, kids in neighborhoods play this. It's hard to nplay this where I grew up as neighbors were too far apart or the doorbells did not work.
Your poem and all the comments have me laughing. Very lighthearted day after the drama of the U2 New Year yesterday. Y'all are tricksters yourselves, led by Ma Nature.
A couch blown off a skyscraper patio in San Francisco yesterday? That's pretty scary!
The weather here really is a trickster. But I have lived in Western Washington so long, clouds don't bother me. It's the 100 degree weather that never used to happen that sucks. And of course the occasional 20 or 30 days of rain in a row.
A friend from Seattle arrived yesterday to visit us in the CA high desert for a needed dose of sun. Nope. She was met with gale force winds and a steady downpour. The Trickster is extra busy this year.
Seriously!!?!? I’m in Southern California and the rain is unceasing!! I mean look: We need it. I get that. I’m grateful. But damn!!
Fun. But it reminds me of my first published poem (in a little mag of negligible repute, now defunct, of course), It begins, "Spring snapped like a trap, / On a gray windy day . . . ." It gets worse & continues to rhyme with a vengeance.
Then the trickster hops over to to the 509, pulls the same stunt, then tis back over the hill again, at least confirming that Washington is indeed a single state with variant ribcages on either side of its Cascadian spinal column. Such a rascal.
and scared cherry trees into bloom...
so true - trickster rings thrice in MN. . . but two brave robins yesterday.
Portland has been tricky tricky tricky...
Springs forward then Falls back.
Yes!!! I’ve been tricked many times this season!