Enga mellom fjella

I'm just peachy; how are you?

I'm just peachy; how are you?

Two dollars a bag, two peaches for you.
Five dollars a bag, luscious like you.

Our fruit stand stands empty at the end of the day.
Come back next week and join us in play.

Whether it's sunny, rainclouds or snow,
come for our peaches; they're juicy to go.

The fruit stand's now raised; bags open and soon,
when the peach ladies show; the peach orchard blooms.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.250] 2008-09-06

For the peachy ladies of Paradise Valley, Montana! Needs editing, but hey, it's not dreary or depressing or obscene, so there!

ME:

I went to market. Got my watermelon, peaches and cheese like always.

But ... Bryan told me a story about a big dark zucchini (variety Raven) he used as a bat against a large round zucchini (variety 8-ball). He whiffed; the 8-ball went splat; the raven broke off and nearly clocked someone. I think there is a story in here somewhere. Or a poem I can call "Farmer at bat".

The peach ladies got a poem already today.

Zootown had a grand opening for their artist center. Spoke to Ladypajama who does a biweekly 'zine she calls Blah-blah-blah. I think I'll bring out a weekly called Sushi. To be ready every Wednesday by 5 p.m. for sushi at Sushihana! Although, biweekly sounds good too.

Well, it is an idea ... I did Tea at Three in Kansas for three years.

It was cool, cloudy and sprinkly today. The bright spot was U Montana's win over Cal-Poly 30-28 tonight.

Montana: 55º at 22:22.

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