That is absolutely gorgeous!

OMG! That is too funny:)

Happy Birthday, Cynlee! Happy Birthday Smoochies to the best HC ever:)

Thank you all for your comments. I kind of like the way I have the rhyme set up but I will try your suggestions of alternate rhyming and see what I come up with.

Go for it! It would be interesting to see another forum's comments .

Nice to see you Jordy. @Doca-You have good taste in music:)

Nice work Alpha! Glad you stopped by:)

Here's my attempt- better late than never:) Memorial Day It is the close of May once again. Showers from April are late Drizzling on summer's entrance; No picnics on this wet day. Flags and banners hang limply Drenched as the the hardy watchers. Our kilts don't sway as we step, Fingers become cold and stiff, But our music still brings cheer To those who gather in 'membrance Of men who suffered far worse. Thus we pay tribute by this Memorial parade in the rain.

I forgot to mention, along with the steaming loaves of bread, I have brought my ancient badmitton set. After depositing my bread next to those scrumptious spare ribs, I begin untangling the net in preparation to set it up. This attracts Ian's attention and he stops crying and helps me. Soon we are ready for a game but first I join the gathering folks around the tables groaning with their glorious weight of food.

Whether the occasion is a picnic or formal feast, fresh baked bread is never amiss. I take out my big silver bowl and place it on the table beside my bag of flour. NEver one to carefully measure, I pour in water warmed to just the right tempurature, until I judge it to be the right amount. Then the yeast is sprinkled in, its peculiar but pleasant odor scenting the kitchen. I enjoy a cup of steaming tea as I watch the yeast bubble to the surface. I pour in a few cups of whole wheat flour which I ground earlier. It is so much more flavorful than the stuff in the store. Into this bread sponge I add a couple eggs and a healthy glug of molasses. The mixture is a lovely golden brown color and smells sweet and yeasty. I let it sit for a while, allowing the yeast to go to work and make the dough light and tender. I beat the dough thoroughly holding the bowl on my hip and humming random melodies. Little bit at a time, I add white flour until the spoon becomes useless. I dump the mass of dough onto the floured table and begin kneeding. Left, right, thump, turn, thump interspursed with tiny pops of air bubbles. When I am satisfied, I return the dough to its bowl, cover it in a light coating of oil and leave it to rise. A wee time later I return and begin forming loaves. One, two, three, four long loaves take form and are placed on cookie sheets. After another bout of rising, they are placed in the heated oven. It is not long before the tantalizing smell of bread fills the kitchen. When it is done, I wrap it in brown paper and set off for the picnic surrounded by an appetizing aroma.

Very neat idea. I believe that the little buggers are called 'water striders'.

First and second shots are my favorites. Good job. Did you try any meat pies? Or catch any of the solo piping? Really glad you and your kids had a good time.

I had a glorious day at the Rhode Island Highland Games. I competed in three events, each a different piece of music. I walked away with 4th, 3rd and 1st place. I am very happy. Thank you all for your best wishes. My next comp. is June 7. If any of you are near Greenfield New Hampshire-come say hello!

Congratulations to all members of the Mothership crew on the glorious abolition of Planet Putrid. My dear High Commander thinks that I deserted him, but actually the loud music of my pipes entranced the Moody Moderator luring her away from Planet Putrid before its destruction. She is safe and thinks the whole adventure was a dream. She needs to be welcomed back to the crew and the good graces of the HC. The HC doesn't like me any more, I am very sad:(

Pssst... yes thank you! Don't worry Commander, I will be trying to captivate the Moody Moderator with my Massive Music and win her to our cause!