pinch punch - doesn't time fly?

first of the month - how can it be June already?

so soon. . .

. . .baboon

. . .hot air balloon

. . .cartoon

. . .a vintage crooner

. . .sand dune

. . .hired goons

. . .hand hewn

. . .on a lake, a loon

. . .macaroon

. . .full moon

. . .noon

. . .runes

. . .silver spoon

. . .typhoon

hmmmmmmmmmmm. . . what else rhymes with June then?

Friday the First

so, while you're pinching and punching

and all that, please help yourself to a slice of cake. . .

. . .of the birthday variety (special gluten free, vegan, nothing in it that anyone could be allergic to or not be allowed for whatever kind of dietary restrictions you might have chosen for yourself or been advised to follow by a medical professional)

with lots and lots
of love!
XXX

pinch punch

and all that

(says it all really!)

pinch punch, first of the month (belatedly)

is it today? was it yesterday?

I think it was this morning, but I missed it
.

oh well. . . that's one in the eye for me, eh

.

but quite why I'm thinking of rock paper scissors I don't know

pinch punch, first of the month (again)

did you know that this month

the 13th is on a Friday. . .

. . .I'd just like to point that out,
in case you haven't looked in detail at your calendar. . .

pinch punch, first of the month (belatedly)

today, we're enjoying the fruit from KAZ's punch. . .

YUM!

(only the fruit mind. . . someone drank the drinky bit)

and some delicious quince jelly. . .

thanks Z!

(you all know where everything else is, right?)

pinch punch, first of the month

some hot fruit punch I think. . .



.

. . .to warm the cockles of our hearts
(well mine, anyhow - yours are probably warm enough!)

pinch punch, first of the month

no returns. . .

.no returns

oh! I almost forgot

pinch punch, etc etc

;-)

oh! I almost forgot

pinch punch, first of the month
a pinch and a kick, for being so quick
a punch in the eye, for being so sly
.

Do you remember the 21st night of September?
Love was changing the minds of pretenders
While chasing the clouds away
Our hearts were ringing
In the key that our souls were singing.
As we danced in the night,
Remember how the stars stole the night away
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day.

My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see you
Only blue talk and love,
Remember how we knew love was here to stay

Now December found the love that we shared in September.
Only blue talk and love,
Remember the true love we share today
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - golden dreams were shiny days
.
written by
MAURICE WHITE, CHARLES STEPNEY & VERDINE WHITE

sung by EARTH WIND & FIRE

pinch punch, first of the month

a swarm of bees in May is worth a bunch of hay
.
.
a swarm of bees in June is worth a silver spoon
.

.

pinch punch

first of the month* and so on
.

. .
not that I want to appear miserable or anything. . .
.

.
but I am really not a happy bunny right now; take it all with the proverbial salt tho, eh; or something stronger** if you so wish. . .
..
.
(**that'll be the cinammon. . .)
...
*blast! I can't even get that right; it's not the first. . .

pinch punch

no fools here,
apart from yours truly
.

..
but since I'm feeling a little lonely
I found some friends to join me. . .

a travelling fool:

.

.

a shy fool. . .
.

a little one:

.
a jolly one:

Then came fresh April, full of lustyhed,
And wanton as a kid whose horne new buds;
Upon a bull he rode, the same which led
Europa floting through th' Argolick fluds:
His horns were gilden all with golden studs,
And garnished with garlands goodly dight
Of all the fairest flowers and freshest buds
Which th' earth brings forth; and wet he seem'd in sight
With waves, through which he waded for his love's delight.
.
Spenser.
..

.
.

and a smidgeon of education among the frolicking never goes amiss, eh?

.
"This is the fourth month of the year. Its Latin name is Aprilis, from aperio: to open or set forth. The Saxons called it, Oster or Eastermonath, in which month, the feast of the Saxon goddess, Eastre, Easter, or Eoster is said to have been celebrated. April, with us, is sometimes represented as a girl clothed in green, with a garland of myrtle and hawthorn buds; holding in one hand primroses and violets, and in the other the zodiacal sign, Taurus, or the bull, into which constellation the sun enters during this month. The Romans consecrated the first of April to Venus, the goddess of beauty, the mother of love, the queen of laughter, the mistress of the graces*; and the Roman widows and virgins assembled in the temple of Virile Fortune, and disclosing their personal deformities, prayed the goddess to conceal them from their husbands.
.
In this month the business of creation seems resumed. The vital spark rekindles in dormant existences; and all things 'live, and move, and have their being'. The earth puts on her livery to await the call of her lord; the air breathes gently on his cheek, and conducts to his ear the warblings of the birds, and the odours of new-born herbs and flowers; the great eye of the world 'sees and shines' with 'bright and gladdening glances; the waters teem with life; man himself feels the revivifying and all-pervading influence; and his spirit holds communion sweet with the brighter spirits of the sky.'"

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..

(*think I'd prefer that to an April Fool any day!)