Peteroo's Blog

For what reason does the out-tuckered aginer refuse to, for rest’s sake, out-count sleepy sheep?

If one is tenacious regarding resolving snooze issues, one must be open to ewe-tilizing unpreferred methods.

There is no need to pull wool over the self’s eyes when jockeying for a state of slumber; thoughts will lay on the lea when they are ready to field dreams.

Numbering stars or bolides or birds may be better suited to lift thoughts sky high, but quantifying clouds of Ovis-aries form sets swevens cozily afly. ; )

Eyes are drawn to the patterns on display, but the canvas underneath is a sun dog worth fetching glance’s way.

Even if the day does not merit a shower of avenaceous luck, prosperity will grow from inner grace ‘neath heart’s pluck.

Trivial is not the self unadorned and plain; glows reflect off smoothest skins–resplendence bows to true self’s reign.

Some pentalphas twinkle in the sky or alight to tickle nose, but some stars shine from within a yet-to-be-known pose.

The who is more than the style in which it finds itself dressed; what blooms from inside is Sui generis coalesced. : )

Marshmallow time? Why? Ah, yes, there does exist fire. That is a decent reason. But, whence did the sugar cylinders come? I see. He felt guilty about you falling into the stream while you were guddling fish? Yeah, that might not have been the most appropriate opportunity for him to dunch you. Luckily, you had a spare outfit packed; wearing wet clothes is to be avoided, but wet clothes covered in clarts should leave one running for the hills–of lavender-scented fields. There is no need to turn into a valetudinarian over a quick spill; I am sure toasty taffy puffs will neutralize any microbes you swallowed. Will you show me how to toast two at a time too? Flames draw in treats, stories, and company, each either the beneficiary or the benefactor of warmthfulness. ; )

They say someone created flerovium. That is heavy, indeed. On the lighter side, florals carpe diem with open petals amidst the weed.

Beyond the meadow, it is said a putsch is setting life astir. Here, when neighbours push against, they come as hugs to relieve the brrr.

Extra topics headline urban papers with less joy than despair. But, the extratropics will bloom peace to warm hearts left worn and bare.

The case of pseudepigraphy has left the masses wondering, “Who?” Alas, each seed to flower is its own story, published for all, spesh you! ; )