200 Budding Words: Spring Bloomers on a Temple Square


Meadowlark, dog’s bark, cricket chirp, reverently break announcement cards, circulating songs to visitors. Proclaiming fuscia Spring, scent of peonies full figured, opening, rich, luscious, sweet red velvet cake on china, fragile doilies, in soft white lightness.  Baby breath plate, raising crystal glasses, Chihuly stems cast, bubbly ginger crisp, toasted Iris Martineli.

The peonies rest, wrapped in formal linen floral. Pleasantry not everyday, garnished result of accidental cleaning.  Affected by progressive dinner stoppings. A hop, a skip, a jump for salad, Sicilian tossed, with mozarella freshness, cheese, Balls-amic-basting in a seasoned brine, fringed basil, lemon zested olive oil, dressed dripping, Fineries warm, once missionary cooking, a Christian business calling card,  proselyted covenants served-up edible.

Mmmmm. Awake to life and better living.  This vision oft confused with sadder funerals,  Decoration Days, or to the passing of a well loved Mormon leader, L. Tom Perry.  Tribute to the flag, or Veterans; Passed loved ones burried; Crosses errected white on lush green valleys.  No.  Not that.  Nor were these special lovelies meant to be bouquet baguettes for brides.  All this behind, before, beside, and drying on the wall somewhere in time.  Inserted and inlaid into a wooden etching of the Salt Lake Temple.


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“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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One Response to 200 Budding Words: Spring Bloomers on a Temple Square

  1. (Okay. I missed my target. I do that a lot. Scratch 100 for 200. Nix prose for verse. It could be better. It could be worse. It must be practice. Blessed curse. ha ha. )

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