Rufus Montgomery
Rufus Montgomery spent most of his time in a dense brush near an old Wesleyville farmhouse. Unlike other rabbits, Rufus had a unique talent. He had a deep understanding…
Staunton Farm stood in the heart of Wesleyville’s tranquil countryside, nestled within rolling hills and fields. Oscar Woodward resided here with vibrant feathers that shimmered in the morning sun. Oscar proudly woke the farm up every dawn when the first rays of pink and orange sunlight with his cock-a-doodle. His chest puffed out, and his head held high. He crowed and broke the stillness in the air. A new day welcomed the farm.
Rufus Montgomery spent most of his time in a dense brush near an old Wesleyville farmhouse. Unlike other rabbits, Rufus had a unique talent. He had a deep understanding of others’ thoughts and feelings. This came in quite handy when hiding from humans and any other unwanted attention from prey. He was well over a century old, but no worries, he still was spry and full of youth and vigor.
We have an irresistible concoction that everyone is now addicted to. It all starts with our authentic coconut rum gifted to us by Renee from her trip to Jamaica. This is our new summer pool cocktail. Now, let me share the recipe for this delightful drink and suggest some additions that will elevate the experience.
Ingredients:
- 4 cups of Cranberry Pineapple Juice
- 2 cups of Orange Juice
- 4 cups of Coconut Rum
- 2 cups of Vodka
Instructions:
- Begin by filling a drink dispenser halfway full with ice.
- Pour in the following ingredients: 4 cups of Cranberry Pineapple Juice, 2 cups of Orange Juice, 4 cups of Coconut Rum, and 2 cups of Vodka.
Notes: To enhance the presentation and add a touch of flair, consider adding cranberries and oranges as decorative elements. Prepare to indulge in this delightful blend of flavors. Cheers!
Preliminary sketch of Glasgow’s Apple Cider Farm based on a barn on Ramsay Road.
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In September, snow mountain was still in various greens with a hint of gold awaiting the blaze of vibrant colors to come. The maple trees swayed in the gentle breeze, their leaves just thinking about turning a brilliant shade of red and orange. The sun illuminated the golden fields, and Alice grabbed her tote with her sketchbook, a soft blanket, a thermos of hot tea and a fresh apple from the orchard. Just for today, she would slow down and enjoy the world around her. It was a perfect day to escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and just be.
I remember seeing Meredith with the salver full of fruit. I thought about having one but decided against it. Now I am glad that I abstained; otherwise, I may be dead now too.
Meredith walked through the gardens like she and Grandma Em always did on Sunday afternoons. The ritual was never missed. She remembered when they first started the tradition. The sun high in the sky, illuminating all the colors of the garden blooms and the smell of the flowers mingled together carried on the early summer breeze. Meredith reached over and ran her fingers through the flowers letting the petals tickle her hand. As she watched the blooms sway, she caught a glimpse of a hummingbird floating in, wings beating, poking about in the bee balm. As it flitted from flower to flower, she felt that Grandma Em, gone just months before, would always be with her on her Sunday walks.
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As the snow melted away, Jasper Wallis hopped onto the branch outside Glasgow Apple Cider House’s window. He had eagerly waited for this moment, the first step out for spring. There was only one way to welcome a new spring. He perked up his chest and chirped out a sweet melody. He noticed the youngest son stopping on his way out to the bus stop and smiled at Jasper. He knew that he was the first robin of the season.
Flower Petal to flower petal, Elvin flitted about. Sweet nectar, he sought to sustain the beat, beat, beat of his wings. To his left and to his right, he took flight finding morsel after morsel to feed him.
There up ahead, was a house he knew that had sweet nectar in abundance. The vessel, bright red, swung gently in the afternoon breeze. He flew ahead.
