“Oh — look!” Thalia cooed like a mourning dove.
“The annual picture,” said Urania.
“Emerging, unfurling… a delight for the senses,” Calliope lilted.
“Some people don’t like rhubarb?” Thalia asked. “Did you see that bunker filled with frozen rhubarb pies at the grocery yesterday?”
“Well… as our favorite rat Templeton sang in Charlotte’s Web,” said Urania, “… the fair is a veritable smorgasbord… ,”
“If you don’t like rhubarb — choose cherry, or key lime, or chocolate pudding with a graham cracker crust… ,” Thalia sprinkled some delicious suggestions.
“Or, blueberry, lemon meringue — ahhhhhhh, pecan,” sighed Calliope with her eyes closed. “I love them all!”
“Shift your attention toward what feeds your soul — and you’ll attract more of it — at least that’s what I’ve heard,” said Urania.
“Follow the energy,” Thalia perked.
“Three delicious words.”
I really dislike rhubarb!