Born to be Wild....
Ahhhhhh, I love Madison. I took this picture on the way to work this morning. Beautiful!
At lunch, I rode to the farm to figure out how long it would take us to commute. It was a perfect ride. Just flat enough to be fast and a few kicker rollers to add a little spice. It was probably my favorite ride this year. There are just some great long rides in that area. The empty roads surrounded by pungent flowers and old rustic farms seem to go on forever. -L
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Your picture of the lonely sunflower reminded me of an old song we used to sing. (It was actually before my time - the 1920s)
I'M A LONELY LITTLE PETUNIA IN AN ONION PATCH -
Of all the saddest words
That I have ever heard
The saddest is the story
Told me by a bird
He had spent about and hour
Chatting with a flower
and here ís the tale the flower told
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
an onion patch, an onion patch
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch
and all I do is cry all day
Boo hoo, boo hoo
The air ís so strong it takes my breath away
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
oh won't you come and play with me
Who put me in this bed?
I'll bet his face is red
I call him down with every teardrop that I shed
If I only had him here
I'd take him by the ear
And make him share my misery
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
an onion patch, an onion patch
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch
and all I do is cry all day
Boo hoo, boo hoo
The air ís so strong it takes my breath away
(Feee-you!)
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
oh won't you come and play with meI'M A LONELY LITTLE PETUNIA IN AN ONION PATCH
The Happy Gang
Of all the saddest words
That I have ever heard
The saddest is the story
Told me by a bird
He had spent about and hour
Chatting with a flower
and here ís the tale the flower told
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
an onion patch, an onion patch
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch
and all I do is cry all day
Boo hoo, boo hoo
The air ís so strong it takes my breath away
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
oh won't you come and play with me
Who put me in this bed?
I'll bet his face is red
I call him down with every teardrop that I shed
If I only had him here
I'd take him by the ear
And make him share my misery
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
an onion patch, an onion patch
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch
and all I do is cry all day
Boo hoo, boo hoo
The air ís so strong it takes my breath away
(Feee-you!)
I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch,
oh won't you come and play with me
Love that photo and love the song! I think you need to do a painting of that picture, Lisa!!
*sniff* that song just breaks me sorry heart, Barbara! As a rose among thorns here in Stitzer (better known as the sagging buttocks of Wisconsin) I relate to the lonely petunia *sniff* btw, Today I'm backing Jimmy Boy for his first official ride. Wish me luck!
Sara and Ben
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