Challenge: spot the repeat …
A thing, which by any other name—
—would still prong the unwary snout. Bee careful when sniffing cos the bumbles love ’em too … and you really do not want to inhale any manner of bee, especially fat fluffy furry ones.
Next, rhymes with bee—
—give up? You’re no fun~! Green (I lied about the rhyming). Let’s now move on amidst the groans …
An innocent crittur
with more faith in his camouflage than my ability to see guys who move when they should keep still.
If not taking the shot I could almost have reached out and touched him; but he went his way and I concentrated on the too early fungaloids. Mushrooms. Thingies …
Speaking of which—
—feast on this, for we shall never see the like again. (Not here at any rate—its environment was butchered to make a frisbee golfer’s holiday.)(You’ve seen it before anyway …)
AND ON THE SUBJECT OF
repurposing: this rather attractive (from the other side) elderly old church was sold recently to the Southern Institute of Technology; which will convert it intto an educational facility. (As for the dead ashes of deceased parishioners in the grounds, those interred formally will be dug up and and reinterred elsewhere, the scatterees can enjoy the vitality of new and energetic company.)
Perhaps for the dig-upping they might ask one of the local outdoor museums for a loan of this cute wee gadget—
—but I’ll have to report back on that at a later date.
And now I must bring in some recipes for making trifles, my Beloved (who cooks, I must admit, much like my old dog used to) (no, I’m not saying my wife is a bitch) (jeez, how do I get myself into these things?)(But she can do wonders with a slab of old boot … that used to be a juicy steak …)
“A wise Dog, Argus, knows when to quit~!”