“Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “fly/flies/flew/flu/flue.” Choose one, use ’em all, it’s up to you. Have fun!”
I know that Linda’s alliterative and repetitive prompt doesn’t mention fleas, but as soon as I read it, I started reciting:
“Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew
While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew
Freezy breeze made these three trees freeze
Freezy trees made these trees’ cheese freeze
That’s what made these three free fleas sneeze”
That’s from “Fox in Sox.” I could recite the whole thing. I’d be willing to bet that our daughter could recite the whole book, including the Tweetle Beetle’s saga.
Anyway, for a stream of consciousness post, I just handed the microphone to the voices in my head, and that’s what they came back with. Besides, the fleas did “flew,” so I got the prompt covered.
I loved reading Dr. Seuss books to Faith when she was little because they were a fun way to learn to read, to learn a few good lessons and to learn that reading is fun. Also, I like nonsense and goofy contraptions and when people like Yertle the Turtle get their comeuppance. Wow, I not only used comeuppance, I spelled it correctly without using spell-check. Yertle, on the other hand is causing Word to give me the red squiggle.
Oh, the prompt.
Usually, when Linda gives us multiple words, I try to use them all, but not this week. These words are not working. I could have forced something with the “fly” series if I worked in how Maddie likes chasing birds, but lately, the wildlife action around this place is dominated by bunnies.
Maddie hasn’t actually chased a bunny because we now have a two-stage take-the-dog-out process. Stage-one, walk the yard in search of bunnies. Did I mention that these are baby bunnies? Stage-one-and-a-half, shoo the bunnies into the bushes and hopefully the neighbor’s yard. One bunny shoos well. The other one shoos about five feet at a time. We have to shoo him (maybe her) several times.
Stage-two, bring Maddie out. Maddie runs around the yard pointing and looking as if to say “there was a bunny here, there was a bunny here and there was a bunny here.”
Yes, since I haven’t met a human who calls these fluffballs “rabbits,” I’m going to assume that dogs call them bunnies too.
We mostly stand there saying: “those are all from the same bunny and it’s been 12 hours since you peed!”
These bunnies didn’t have the best real estate agent. They appear to be living in our neighbor’s yard. He has a veritable jungle of ground cover and perennial gardens. He also has a dog. The people behind him have a dog. We have a dog and the people behind us have two dogs. They seem to like to eat in our yard because we have bunny-friendly stuff growing. Our neighbors have lawns, with grass and few weeds. We have weeds and a few large sections of grass, but there are weeds in the grass.
We don’t worry about the grass, because…Maddie. Dogs absorb stuff through the pads on their feet, so we don’t want to put stuff down to kill the weeds that might also hurt her. Also, pollinators, bees, butterflies and even hornets and wasps like to dine on the flowers of those weeds. Finally, now we have bunnies. They seem to like clover and plantain. My father would cringe at the sight of our yard, but the animals like it, so I’m good.
Before I fly (see, I remembered why I’m here) let me remind you of the Cherished Blogfest which starts on Thursday the 23rd. I’ll be showing you a door on the 23rd, but I have a cherished object to share next Saturday. If you have a cherished object, tell us about it, show us a picture. If you have 15 cherished objects, pick one. Maybe we’ll do this again next year.