tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post599329900078770258..comments2023-12-28T13:11:06.666+00:00Comments on Pics and Poems: Haiku #80Dave Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-87091877828266567592010-03-15T12:11:36.202+00:002010-03-15T12:11:36.202+00:00Tabor
Just contrasting what used to be with today&...<b>Tabor</b><br />Just contrasting what used to be with today's commercialised set-up - although we now recognise that picking wild flowers is not a wholly "good" activity.<br /><br /><b>Elisabeth</b><br />Yes, that as one half of the picture.<br /><br /><b>Karen</b><br />Yup, I'd ov erlooked that. Yesterday was Mother's Day - or as I still prefer to say, Mothering Sunday - in the UK.<br /><br /><b> Barry</b><br />Guess that sums it up pretty well.<br /><br /><b>Gwei</b><br />Yup, it was such memories that suggested it.<br /><br /><b>Kass</b><br />No such creepy things<br />given house room mothers' day -<br />Mother hated them.<br /><br /><b>steven</b><br />Many thanks<br /><br /><b>ArtistUnplugged</b><br />Puns is us!<br /><br /><b>Helen</b><br />Sometimes they do!<br /><br /><b>Derrick</b><br />I did mean that, yes.<br /><br /><b>MadamDeFarge</b><br />Thanks for that.<br /><br /><b>TechnoBabe</b><br />Mmm, I was remembering, too, when ours were young enough to do the same for Doreen<br /><br /><b>Ronda</b><br />Thanks.<br /><br /><b>Friko</b><br />That's not b eing a miseryguts. I agree.<br /><br /><b>Shadow</b><br />Shame, yes - but better for the environment.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-79882742613673884742010-03-15T09:58:54.285+00:002010-03-15T09:58:54.285+00:00yeah, sadly now its florists...yeah, sadly now its florists...Shadowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05999801833389058410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-91285987345150065102010-03-14T22:45:36.595+00:002010-03-14T22:45:36.595+00:00both haiku are spot on.
Sod the "day of celeb...both haiku are spot on.<br />Sod the "day of celebrating Mum", celebrate her, if you can or must, every day of her life.<br /><br />God, I am a miseryguts.Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-53327008379527067592010-03-14T21:45:27.411+00:002010-03-14T21:45:27.411+00:00Mothers and mums, nice play on words.Mothers and mums, nice play on words.Ronda Laveenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03902846545309643023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-53955201284821413482010-03-14T21:11:50.574+00:002010-03-14T21:11:50.574+00:00This is so sweet. I remember the days my children ...This is so sweet. I remember the days my children would pick a flower and present it to me. Great memories.CiCihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08615265608675467505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-20321108975808181732010-03-14T19:19:27.132+00:002010-03-14T19:19:27.132+00:00Like the irony in the second one. Spot on.Like the irony in the second one. Spot on.Madame DeFargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08172239340844485940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-76896817727769892412010-03-14T17:45:56.430+00:002010-03-14T17:45:56.430+00:00Hi Dave,
I'm also taking it that you mean it ...Hi Dave,<br /><br />I'm also taking it that you mean it is still the simple gestures in life that mean the most, despite all our modernity. I'm sure that nothing beats something handmade or a few wild flowers from a child on Mothers' Day.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00861397533660827678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-7238397047371974202010-03-14T16:21:27.852+00:002010-03-14T16:21:27.852+00:00Those 'mums' get all the special treatment...Those 'mums' get all the special treatment, don't they? Loved this.Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-21823042558266129942010-03-14T15:40:14.924+00:002010-03-14T15:40:14.924+00:00Like the Mother's haikus....like the pun in th...Like the Mother's haikus....like the pun in the last post!ArtistUnpluggedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13580512807760805224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-92083881964348655722010-03-14T15:25:15.634+00:002010-03-14T15:25:15.634+00:00hey dave what a beautiful image and memories came ...hey dave what a beautiful image and memories came flooding into my mind of times past. thankyou for this. stevenstevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14132104804524716898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-5763311985272930572010-03-14T15:05:28.704+00:002010-03-14T15:05:28.704+00:00Green caterpillars
on leaves and dandelions -
lov...Green caterpillars <br />on leaves and dandelions -<br />love comes no better.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-73203270902717473792010-03-14T13:53:05.231+00:002010-03-14T13:53:05.231+00:00Like Karen and Barry this poem brings back childho...Like Karen and Barry this poem brings back childhood memories of walking through the local woods and hillsides picking flowers first thing in the morning. Rushing home getting changed and then walking to church.@ctors Businesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04118148558033452749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-23869103362241559652010-03-14T12:44:19.499+00:002010-03-14T12:44:19.499+00:00My reading was the same as Elizabeth. I actually r...My reading was the same as Elizabeth. I actually remember my father taking my brothers and I out to a field to pick flowers for my mom. Then he cooked the meals and did the cleaning that day.<br /><br />Now our daughters send cards and cut flowers and I take Linda out for dinner.Barryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13824632356834631279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-7078939215222498372010-03-14T12:10:52.023+00:002010-03-14T12:10:52.023+00:00Mother's Day here is in May. Is it today in th...Mother's Day here is in May. Is it today in the UK? I think I get it - for all we think we've changed as a people, the simple act of a child picking flowers for her mother remains a constant sign of love. (Or...maybe not what you meant at all?)Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-4068054103353962482010-03-14T11:46:17.229+00:002010-03-14T11:46:17.229+00:00I'm with Tabor, Dave. Or are you referring to...I'm with Tabor, Dave. Or are you referring to the commercial pressures of Mother's day in May? Bought rather than picked flowers.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-34562935922653746082010-03-14T11:03:50.720+00:002010-03-14T11:03:50.720+00:00Not sure that I get this? Because of the very las...Not sure that I get this? Because of the very last line, I mean.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.com