A boy and girl enjoying strawberry ice cream cones, circa 1970. (Photo by L. Willinger/FPG/Getty Images)
The sound of clashing all the time.
As brother and sister set the line,
Making rules – what’s yours; what’s mine.
Mom placed boundary and fences;
But found the best of her defenses – was
milky white peaks that charmed their senses.
My Christmas holiday was delightful with my great-grands. But they did display a healthy dose of sibling rivalry. Ice cream cones for all would even things out. 😀
M’s prompt Jan. 5: Milky white peaks that charmed their senses.
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Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Ice cream cones to cool the rivalry indeed.
There we can come together “in one accord.” 😀
See we have much in common except the POTUS😊 and your faith in one God and my belief in more the merrier😊.
Yep, with my belief I will be dead serious; you will be seriously dead. 😀 May I offer you an ice cream cone?
All of us will be seriously dead one day. Difference is it will take you long time to go back to dust and I will be ashes within minutes in new high tech electric crematoriums. Will it matter?
Not a wit. My body will probably be dumped there also. I’ll be trimming roses in Heaven.
There are no roses in heaven, only bearded men with wings.
pranabaxom, I’ll find out for sure. 😀 I’m really not into gender malfunctions so when I get there, there will be a woman.
This is beautiful 🙂
The ice-cream should keep the peace for a wee bit, then they are back at it…
How can one make cones last longer? Then it might become, “Mom, her cone is lasting longer than mine! Why did you give her the best one?” 😀
Love the way you used this prompt! 😉
Thanks. You gave me a shove. 😀
Sadly ice cream was not allowed in the diet of our youngest grandkids. Still 3 and 1 it was a delight but very hard when rivalry could cause destruction (of Christmas tree enticements. ) To your friend who blogs above with her/his dusty only life expectancy. Like Billy Graham once famously said::
‘If the glorious reality of One Saviour – One Lord is wrong then I won’t care I will be dead. But, if what I’ve come to believe is right then I will have and know as eternal soul/spirit all the wonders that immortality would bring and view with sadness all the ashes of others. I thank God daily for His Presence with me now. In His Hands the future. Love and blessings!