A Man And A Maiden On A Warm Summer Day

Here I go again, skirting the monotonous weekend cleaning schedule so I can do what I'd rather do; read or write about something that interests me. The motorcycle boot scuff marks on the floor can wait a few more hours so I can stroke this mental viand.

People that know me best understand my sentimental nature. I like to swoon and reminisce and exaggerate reality just because words mixed with a little varied imagination on paper allows me the simple pleasure.

Alas, this is the tale of A Maiden And A Man On A Warm Summer Day….

A man and a maiden separated ways, one chose the flat Eastern path, the other traversed the hilly Western maze. The morning dew called them both to ensue upon the set fate of their days.

They parted with a sweet loving peck and thought of each other no more as the the daily marks were set. They toiled upon what must ensue to keep their heavenly abode well kept.

At mid day break the maiden did fall upon pathway travails. She pondered the muddle she found herself in and beckoned for her hero to prevail. Although capable of fixing her plight; a man was
what was needed for this particular avail.

And THEN…

She saw him flying from the East on his valiant steed; loud and thunderous and moving at blistering speed. He saw her waiting upon the Western hill ready for him to accomplish his heroic deed. Her heart melted in the sweltering sun knowing she would be saved; yes indeed!

She watched as he worked, beads of sweat on his brow, securing and fastening her plight into oblivion's domain. Gratitude arose from the depths of her being, a euphoric kiss was reward to her swain. Travelers along the Western maze beheld the true love of a maiden and a man on that warm Summer day.

'The Man'
Photo by: The Maiden 'AKA' Chandra Brown

The story of 'A Man And A Maiden' certainly beats reality; I was stranded because of a flat -tire and had to pull my hardworking husband away from his job to come fix a tire on his lunch break. BORING! Ha ha! 

Thanks honey, you were my hero! XO

When Life Gives You Lemons....Make Lemonade

In this ongoing recession we have learned to be creative with our money and time. Since we can't bring ourselves to spring the dough for area attractions that can easily end up costing a weeks worth of groceries we decided to squeeze our pocket change for all it was worth.

The girls were so excited to make their own lemonade. Little did they know how much work was really involved. They were insistent on squeezing the lemons themselves the old fashioned way, by hand. This took a good part of an hour, their little hands tired from pushing and twisting with all their might just to get a full cup of juice. The lemons became characters in made up stories, Monsters who's innards spilled as they pushed them on the juicer. Then the measuring of sugar, ice and water brought forth witches cackles as they pretended to brew a potion. As the mixture steeped in the fridge, they transformed themselves into advertising specialists and made their own lemonade stand signage. Business skills developed as they discussed what price to charge for a Dixie cup full of Homemade Lemon Sweetness fit for the Gods (of course)!

It was time to set up the stand and their entrepreneurial skills were in full tilt as they beamed their smiles and yelled for the whole neighborhood to hear, "Lemonade For Sale!" In order to keep within the cities town noise ordinance, I pulled a few strings and called a few neighbors to let them in on the new business in the hood. The girls were excited at their first unsolicited sale, the new neighbors that were moving in down the street decided to stop by for a refreshing break.

It was a hot, 100 degree summer day, sweat rolling down their cheeks and pride in their eyes as they profited from their hard work while having fun along the way.

Maybe adults could learn from this adventure and bring a little childhood fun back into our workdays.