Wonder Wednesday Challenge: Create a Conversation With a Single Image

This week I’ve had fun looking at a number of challenges that’d asked for Dialogs or visual poems like Wordless Haiku made of photos. I worked backwards here. Use this image or your own image as a jumping off point for a conversation and see where it takes you.

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Hey Friends I’m truing Wonder Wednesday again
I WOMDER how it works for you?

Wonder Wednesday: What Are You Doing with This Summer’s Bounty?

I have a big mess of Zucchini that I stuffed with Feta and Dill…

Here’s how

  • four 1/2-pound zucchini, scrubbed
  • 2 onions, chopped
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • 1/4 pound Feta cheese, crumbled
  • 3 tablespoons minced fresh dill

Trim and discard the stem ends from 2 of the zucchini, halve the 2 zucchini lengthwise,

and with a melon-ball cutter scoop out the flesh, reserving it and leaving 1/4-inch-thick shells. Arrange the shells, cut sides up, on a steamer rack set over simmering water and steam them, covered, for 3 to 5 minutes, or until they are just tender. Invert the shells on paper towels to drain.

Cut the remaining 2 zucchini crosswise into 1/4-inch-thick slices. In a non-stick skillet cook the onions in the oil over moderate heat, stirring, until they are softened, add the reserved flesh, chopped, and the zucchini slices, and sauté the mixture over moderately high heat, stirring, until it is golden. In a food processor blend the mixture with the Feta until the zucchini slices are chopped coarse and stir in the dill. Divide the filling among the 4 zucchini shells, arrange the stuffed zucchini in an oiled flameproof baking dish, and broil them under a preheated broiler about 4 inches from the heat for 3 minutes, or until the filling is bubbling and deep golden. Recipe from the Epicurious App

Hot out of the broiler

Hot out of the broiler bubbling and golden

The zucchs just a keep on a commin'

The zucchs just a keep on commin’

I got the idea for this post from MKG who posted how she made Peach/Hot Pepper Jam.

What are the rest of you doing with summer’s bounty?

The Wonder of Summer Gardens

Wooly thyme, verbena and primroses wait to be planted in my garden as soon as I change out of my violet shoes

Wooly thyme, verbena and primroses wait to be planted in my garden, as soon as, I change out of my violet shoes.

Grandma Camp’s Garden 
Every Summer sweet peas fluttered their bright wings
among the tomatoes and onions in Grandma Camp’s Garden
Beginning in July with sweat dripping from her face
red from steamy pots she canned green beans
created spicy pickles and tomato sauce to fill the cellar.
She had a family of five to feed.

Plants meant survival for her then.
When she came to live with us plants became beauty.
Sweet verbenas sent and bright red flames of Indian paint brush
filled our car on drives in the country.
Roadside pull outs were her plant nursery.
We never came away from a visit to aunts or cousins
without an arm load of cuttings.
There may still may be a patch of asparagus
growing in Ponca City Oklahoma that was
originally carried from Aunt Lou’s in Winfield Kansas.

Yesterday I bought home primrose, wooly thyme
and verbena from Flowerland nursery.
No roadside sweetness in my California garden
but I do have an ancient cactus,
many spiky succulents and a new geranium
from friends growing among my tomatoes and zucchinis.

Thanks you Grandma Camp for teaching me
the wonderful sent of Summer gardens.

Carol Carlisle

Both poem-tryouts-poets-dreaming and Daily Post suggested Summery sensory posts.
I wonder what are your Summer sense memories?


Wonder Wednesday: The Poetry of Beer Challenge

Girly Beer

Girly Beers

On Sunday my daughter and I shared a flight of beer at our local brew pub. Being very girly we picked our 5 choices mostly by their names. Rose Hip was delicious!!! All the colors were a delight, too.
I’m hoping someone can write a summery girly poem from these names. Beer packaging is inspiring, too.

Pretty Beers

Pretty Girl Beers

Whether or not, you write a poem I would love to hear about your favorite beer names or labels. Or are you a wine only person.

And I do know for many reasons some don’t drink alcohol, but I do hope you can enjoy the images and names.

Happy Wonder Wednesday

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I Wonder What’s The Oldest Thing You Own?


What is it?

Today’s Daily Post asked What’s the oldest thing you own? And this is mine. Figured it out yet? Neal I know you know.
Hint: My mom collected rocks and fossils and most anything you can pick from the earth. We even went out meteorite hunting some Sunday afternoons. Seems the windblown parries of Northern Oklahoma and Kansas are good places to find celestial objects, as well as, critters from ancient sea beds.
Answer This is a trilobite probably from Early Cambrian period (521 million years ago) That’s old!!!

Wonderer’s What’s the Oldest thing you own?

Wonder Wednesday: Where Will You Poetry Bomb?

Poetry Bombing

Me Poetry Bombing on April Fools Day. In Berkeley of course.

I tacked my poem

to the tree for everyone to see.

Spring rains foolishness.



The Poem about the  grows on the Poet-tree.

 Between rain showers my partner-in-crime and I returned to the scene that inspired Yesterday’s poem and grafted it on to the poet-tree. I was told by an other poet that she had left poems on Starbuck’s bulletin boards and in potted plants. I encourage others to do the same. Use National Poetry Month to “Poetry Bomb” the world. ‘Tis the most harmless kind of bombing which the Earth need more of. If you do such radical acts please share it with me.You can post them and let me know with a link or comment with a wink and a nod.

Keep an eye out maybe you will see other’s poetry around every corner. Maybe there is a poet-tree growing in your neighborhood. If not its plant one 😉

Napowrimo suggested a poem from Norse Legends: Loci foolishly hung upside down from a tree to find wisdom.

Happy Poetry Bombing.