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Carpe Diem #941 Heart The blue-eyed, blond haired boy stole my heart when he was just a kicking fetus. The love continued to grow as we watched him coo, then talk his special talk. Grandaddy, (Nandad) always let him play with the tool box. Screwdrivers were i-dikers. Caboose was bagoose. The Playskool Tyke Bike was and is nooden-nooden. When looking for someone, he would say their name in a sing song, quizzical fashion while shaking his head in a negative fashion. He now uses words he learned during his college and grad school years two decades ago. These words are not nearly as fun as those precious made up toddler words. thunderclap acts as a bossy stormhorn rainbrella time! © Janice 'petra domina' Adcock Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on CARPE DIEM HAIKU KAI
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ReplyDeleteSuch imagery!!! YAM xx
The oak and mistletoe ritual was a real thing! Another wrinkle on the brain. janice xx
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ReplyDeleteA ritual to make an elixir for infertility and poison treatments. Does sound magical.
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DeleteSuch a busy image, I feel like I am watching a fairy tale on the screen. I love when I get caught up in someone's writing like that, Janice. Well done!!
ReplyDeleteSounds as if you were experiencing the ritual as described on ancient texts. Glad you enjoyed.
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