My new neighbor asked if I wanted to go shopping with her.
This is like waving a honeycomb in front of a hungry bear.
When she said “thrift stores” I was all in.
The day was delightful; we had similar tastes.
Enjoying some things, laughing at other things.
“No one would buy that crazy thing!” she said at the checkout counter.
Pointing to the ceramic bull planter.
I took my change and picked it up.
“I would!” I told her. “Wait until you see my bull room.
It is one of the few things with a bull on it I did not already have.”
“So, you like it,” she said. She looked at it hard and smiled.
“I love it!” I told her. Different opinions cannot hurt this friendship.
When you're at the checkout counter
And you hear the beep
It won't be Dale having fun
On Supermarket Sweep
Dale's with the angels now
I hope they like his style
And let him have a trolley
And go wild in the aisle
© Gail Foster 19th April 2018
How was your summer, said the cashier
At the checkout counter.
Then later that day the radio guys
Are talking that way…talk about
Winterizing the yard & the car,
Pick up the yard, rake some leaves,
Ain’t mowing, no more put it away.
Pick up the hoses and sprinklers till next year.
Our summer is fading
Leaves are changing.
Darker and darker every day gets…
A cover for winter slipping in through the night.
Cooler and colder, it gets,
Molting our days into winter.
The ‘S’ word is coming out
From the mouths of winter--haters and lovers.
Soon the changing of the tires…
All I know is that we better get some Snow…
I know this guy that will drive me crazy-
If no snow machine riding he will do.
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao