Thanks to Jason, at http://jasonfrels.com/2020/08/27/sunset-at-a-foot-bridge/ for letting me use one of his pictures again, to help inspire a story.
She stood on the bridge with a full heart, as the wind blew through her long, amber hair. In 3 months there would be people all around, but for now, it was only her, watching the sunset.
Jenna smiled, as she let herself dream of what it would be like 3 months from now. The field would look vastly different. Sunflowers would be blooming! Jenna was delighted that the farmer had agreed to let her get married in his Sunflower Field! He had planted it, making an opening right in the center for Jenna, Cole and the wedding party to stand. Her heart fluttered at the thought that so very soon she would become Cole’s wife! How long she had dreamed and waited for this day to come!
Excitement stirred inside her. She felt so blessed to be able to have the wedding of her dreams out in the country like this. Ever since she had been a little girl she had loved sunflowers and now her sunflower wedding was happening.
Jenna practiced walking across the bridge, pretending to hold her bouquet and humming the music that she and Cole had chosen. She closed her eyes, breathing in the sweetness of the moment, feeling the perfect peace that surrounded her. Things would soon start to get more hectic, but for now she was savoring the magic of the night. When the sky was as colorful as the emotions playing through her heart.
With one last look at the sun setting in the sky, she turned around to head back home.
After Jenna turned around something far out in the field moved. Something had been watching Jenna, with its big, deep brown eyes. It stared after her for a little while longer and then went back to contently chewing on the grass. All was quiet, as the sky continued to grow darker, and night came over the sunflower field.
Betsy is always watching. She has haydar.
I think the cow is a bad omen for Jenna. She should take warning and maybe not be in such a hurry to get on the Cole train.
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Yes, Betsy definitely has the uncanny ability of seeing everything and being everywhere!
No, she isn’t a bad omen, remember she is a SWEET cow!
Oooh I see that I should have chosen a different name, besides Cole! But I do forget which names I have used. I guess I do really need to make that name chart like Tippy had said. 🙂
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If Betsy is so sweet, what is she doing lurking ominously in the sunflower field, plotting some mischief for Jenna?
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Who says she was plotting mischief? Do you know how to read Betsy’s mind?
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The way you placed her at the end of your story like that gave a certain impression that I have no choice but to interpret as ominous of some future troubles.
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LOL! Hmmm … Guess, we will see. 🙂
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Betsy likes sunflowers?
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Well I hope she doesn’t like sunflowers or else she will eat them before the wedding and all that will be left is stems!
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Nah. She is just admiring them.
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Good! 😊
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Haydar! LOL!
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Gorgeous
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😊 Thanks for reading.
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Ooh 😮 very beautiful indeed
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He takes wonderful photos!
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Agreed
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🙂
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Thanks. I hadn’t even considered that photo Flickr worthy. Maybe I should put it on Flickr and see how it does.
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You are welcome. You have a knack for capturing things in photos that others may not think of using. Like part of this bridge and the old, dead tree, etc.
Yes, I think you should put it on Flickr. Give it a try!
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This is likely to be a very romantic wedding ceremony. I can picture the couple, surrounding by glowing yellow, happy sunflowers. The minister standing before them, spitting out sunflower seed shells. The vows, going something like this, “Do you, Jenna, take this hayseed to be your lawfully wedded husband? Ptooey!”
Jenna: “Spitoo! I do!”
Minister: “Sput! And do you, Cole take this hillbilly to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Cole: “I ahg. . . wait a sec . . . (pulls a hull out that’s stuck between his front teeth) . . . I do. Haragggk! Pttt!”
Minister: “You may now kiss the bride.”
Betsy suddenly steps between them, and they both accidentally kiss her on her slimy nose.
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Oh gosh! And one dares to wonder why he became a Duck in a certain story! 😝
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One knows why, and who the responsible party is.
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“Responsible party?”…Nope, not a clue! 😉
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Yes, I agree. The responsible party has not a clue.
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Umm…a clue about what??
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I rest my case.
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…mmm…!
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😂
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It was Jason! He’s the one who put the Ducks in my mind. You know how he gets me into trouble with animals. He is the responsible party! 🙂
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Like I said before, the responsible party (the real responsible party) had not a clue.
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“It’s Jason’s fault…”
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Yup! 🙂
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LOL!
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Oh, my. That took a bizarre turn.
I’m suddenly reminded of Fox Mulder.
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I never watched the X-Files. But is this because they’re getting married in a crop circle?
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Nah. The seeds. A running theme through the show was Mulder’s sunflower habit, presumably because it was a distraction from smoking. Curiously, there is only one episode, that I am aware of, in the entire series that shows the character smoking…and wearing a wedding band, of all things. It was a flashback, period piece.
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Since Mulder’s so good at spitting sunflower seed shells, maybe he could be the best man in this story.
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There’s a thought.
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Spooky Mulder.
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Of course it took bizarre turn, Tippy wrote it. He is QUACKers you know! 🙂
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I see what you did there. “Quack”ers, eh? Very funny. Hmm.
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Clever, eh! 🙂
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So clever, you might want to duck.
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Haha! 😛
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LOL!
I am “quacking” with laughter!
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With all this quacking going on, I should have my doctor comment on this blog.
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Your poor Doctor! I am sure that you keep him ..”smacking his head!”….
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He’s too afraid of Covid to see me. The only way I can visit him for my annual exam is via some sort of video conference, which we’ll be setting up in his office later this week. I’m not sure how he’s going to do the hernia test this way.
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Hmmm….yes, I would think an exam including a hernia test could be difficult to do by video!
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Virtual test with a virtual hernia. Or…he gives instructions on how to hernia-test yourself. “You want me to put my finger WHERE?”
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Hmm, the hernia self-test. Not sure I could do that without laughing instead of coughing.
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Careful with either. You might get a hernia!
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And maybe a strange look from the doctor.
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Is said doctor a smart ass, too?
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No, but he might be a quack.
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LOL!
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LOL!
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How about the udder story in which brown eyed Betsy cowtailed it out of the meadow and had to suddenly duck because quackers (Charlie) was coming into land. Charlie related what he had just seen from flying high over the field … at around 10ft altitude.
“So Betsy … wanna hoof it out of here?
“Yeh” said Betsy. “Probably the only I chance I’ll get of having a chick run with me.”
“Oh Betsy … you have me in quackers at times”
“Moo!” said Betsy
Just then Charlie stopped suddenly but Betsy, who was right behind him … didn’t! Betsy looked down at flattened Charlie. “You look more like a strange pancake now, rather than a strange chicken.” he said.
“Hey Betsy! How yer doin’. Haven’t seen yer for a while.”
Betsy turned his head and there, running towards him, was Anna. “Hi Anna” he said. “Where’ve you been?” She looked at him rather puzzled.
“Who on earth is Anna? My name is Annie”
“Really?” said Betsy. “I thought you had been killed off in an earlier story?
“Oh you mean the axe rumour I guess. Nah …….I’m still here and causing trouble.”
“Well it’s great seeing you again.” said Betsy. “Perhaps the author of these stories will figure things out a little better next time.
Annie giggled “You really think that is likely?
Betsy stood and held an unblinking eye contact with her for a few moments … took a deep breath … “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
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I don’t think you used quite enough O’s!! But at least you finally admitted that there never was an axe!!
And Charlie can’t die again when he already died once, smartie! 🤪
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He never died the first time. Just as Anna was never Annie. That was just a sad excuse for forgetting her name! 🙂
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Me….forget a name? Nooooooooooooooo!
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“How long she had dreamed and waited for this day to come!” So she dreamed about standing on a bridge all by herself?
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You are quick this morning aren’t you!
Smart aleck! 🙂
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I get much slower as the day goes along…
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Oh well quick read Tippy’s blog now , don’t wait til morning when you sre sharp! LOL!
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Sorry, I’ll be getting to it in a few minutes 🙂
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Haha! Yeah. I am sure you are sorry,.Blake! 🙂
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🙂
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You ain’t the only one…
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🙂 and the years…
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What a beautiful image to inspire your story.
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Glad you thought so too! He just knows how to capture a great photo!
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A great image to go with a great story is always a winning combination.
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😊
I am thankful for the great images to help spark my imagination!
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