Inkpen Poetry Day, and yet another gift! :)

There is something so satisfying in being so identified as a writer that people see things that make them think of you, buy them, and send them to you with a note that says, "I don't want to spoil the surprise but one of these things reminded me so much of you when I saw it! You'll know which one it is when you open it!" :)

So I opened this package to find a brass stamp and some sealing wax. But not just any brass stamp. A brass stamp that had a feather-pen and an inkwell engraved on the bottom of it. :) *Happiness*

(Here's a link to the self-same seal I was given...the image is copyrighted so I couldn't put it on here. :[ )

Between that lovely "Author's Study" sign and my new brass stamp, I feel like a universally acknowledged Authoress. ;) Now if I could only bend my mind seriously to writing.

I long to jump with both feet back into Puddleby Lane, but my mind is filled with gardening...thus the only thing I have been in the right frame of mind to write are nonsensical, funny ditties about veggies. Seriously. Witness the latest fruits of my labor (no pun intended) below:

"An Okra Insult"

By Rachel Heffington

My wrath is on thee, Okra,

I would dearly love to choke ya'

If you hadn't quite so many little hairs.

For they always make me itch

In a manner fiery which

Isn't pleasant when the heat of summer flares.

Oh, you have a pretty blossom

But your smell is like a possum

And when cooked you make a gorgeous, slimy brew.

And you prick and itch my arms

With your ticklish, burning charms

Till I'd gladly run your vital system through.

You bring lots of money, though

From the the people who don't know

All the evil secrets hidden in your heart.

And I sell you at our stand

Though you bite and sting your hand--

We're a partnership....I guess that is a start?

See? A little clever, I guess....in a vegetable-y way. :P