The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Help
Don’t Touch or I’ll Start Mixing Languages
I saw this on a car – translated it reads: Don’t touch – or else you’ll get slapped! Besides mixing languages it is very colloquial. And “klatsch” kind of rhymes with “touch”.
I don’t know if it actually protects the car but considering the last year with COVID around the sticker may have a wider implication.
One Word Sunday: Touch
Let’s Play Ball!
The first ones can be seen in the meadow so pick up a blowball, purse your lips and …
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Blow
The Chimney Still Smokes
The wisp of cloud behind the ruin of the Windeck, a castle dating back to the 10th century, makes it look as if smoke was coming from a hidden oven.
The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow
My first thought on reading the prompt “inevitable” was to do an image-compare post with the bloom on an apple tree and a ripe apple. Then I thought of the frost we had in recent nights and and I thought that development from bloom to fruit wasn’t so inevitable after all. I thought of a budding flower and a fading flower, and I found the thought far too depressing. I went through a few other possibilties and ended up with the depressing (or possibly freeing?) thought that nothing but death is inevitable (and taxes but let’s not speak of the horrors of the night). The truth is that everything is fleeting, in the final resolve even our planetary system, our galaxy, the universe is not meant forever. But at least within our human existence it holds true that the next sunrise is inevitable.
