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It's summer time and that means wedding season is here. Got a lot of events scheduled up at the vineyard so am offering three part-time positions for the next few weekends: setting up chairs and decorations, helping in the kitchen, and clean up detail.
Come dressed comfortably and with a smile. You'll be paid by the hour, plus can take a plate of food home at the end of it. If interested, take a slip below, give me a call or just drop on by.
We're looking for folks who would be interested in playing and/or running a game of D&D.
There are already two people interested (one total noob, one fairly new) so we would need at least 2 or 3 others to be able to play properly.
If you're interested, you can reach out to me at [email protected], or stop by Pioneer Books any time SunâTues or Thurs & Fri. We can talk about the details.
With the last petals cast and the votes tallied, weâre proud to crown our very own honeybee, Josie Sutton, as this yearâs Marigold Queen! Raised among wildflowers and hives, Josieâs bright spirit and sweet heart have made her a beloved face around the valley.
When asked for a speech, she promptly burst into tears and needed to be lead off the stage by her Dad. That's our Josie!
Hereâs to a summer full of sunshiney-golden memories. Be sure to tip your hat to her next time you pass her by!
Seems plenty of folks around town had a few things they wanted to say. Some sweet, others tragic, and some? Some real special.
Here's what showed up in gold:
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I think youâre cute ;)
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Love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love!
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The world doesnât make sense when weâre apart, Bess. Iâm never leaving your side again. Pinky swear!
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to Mr. Scammahornâ H.A.G.S.
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To the one who ruined me,
I told myself that I wouldnât write this year. That I was done with your wicked glances, and over seeing you rub your happiness in my broken heart like salt in a fresh wound. A wound that you caused. But then I saw you at that damned costume walkâŚWearing the same dress you wore when we first laid eyes on each other.
We were so young, stupid. Reckless teenagers with nothing to lose. Remember the time we set the gazebo on fire with nothing but that citronella candle? I donât think that was even the worst thing we got up to. Do you miss those June nights the same way I do?
I donât expect youâll write to me this year, especially after last yearâs spat. If you do, I wonât read it. I couldnât possibly! All those words will be is venom. Spitting lies and falsehoods at me while Iâm still in mourningâŚ
But if they arenât, if you feel the summer of love stirring within you as I doâŚmeet me at the Mill tonight. And if you wear that dress, all bets are off.
Tragically yours (until the next petals rain down).
P.S. I saw you took that ring off your finger.
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To the one who still knows how to haunt me,
I wasnât going to reply. Truly, I wasnât. I read your letter three times by candlelight and twice more in the dead hush before dawn, and every time I felt I was pressing my fingers into an old bruise, one Iâd forgotten I still carried.
You say I ruined you. Perhaps I did! But we both know ruin doesnât happen alone, and we were just two sparks dancing far too close to the powder keg, and when it blew, it wasnât just one of us who got scorched.
Yes, I wore the dress. I did! And maybe I almost didnât, but something in me knew youâd be watching. I could feel the weight of your gaze before I even stepped outside. Call it vanity, or cruelty, or maybe the last dregs of that recklessness we once drank like wine. June always did make us stupid.
I miss all of those nights. Of course, of course I miss all those damn nights wrapped in each other's skin and buried in our bones. I miss your laugh through the trees, the way you used to trace promises into my skin as though you meant to keep them. I miss who we were; before the fire, before the fights, before we turned love into survival.
I never wanted to hurt you, not really. But Iâm tired of being the villain in your story, when we both held the pen. Even with all the bitterness between us, your words stirred something I thought long buried.
So Iâll come to the Mill tonight. But I wonât wear the dress, no. If you want to see me, really see me, not the ghost of that girl in tulle and trouble, then meet me as I am now. No more costumes. No more hiding behind June.
I took off the ring. But I kept the lace. Your photo still hides in my closet.
With love that never burned out, just turned to ash,
Yours (for one more summer night)
P.S. If you bring another citronella candle, Iâm leaving.
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Be warned: Bugs Bunny is an excellent dance partner!
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As far as brothers go, youâre one of the very best. Thanks for taking such great care of things while I was gone. <3
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under the old oak tree or in the briar house or just sprawled out on the rugâŚ. anywhere is fun with you. iâm sorry it took me so long to figure it out.
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Dog still brings your slipper to the lazy boy. Wish you were here, old man.
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Roses are red, violets are blue. Dick Scammahorn is sexy, even when he sends me goo.
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To whom it may concern:
If the sky is blue
And I am too, what are you?
Morning mist, grey smoke.
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the guy behind me is picking his nose as I write this.
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You know what you did. I will bring up what happened at the Blueberry Pageant of '98.
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NOTICE: Someone has replaced the Ring Toss grand prize with a rotisserie chicken. Please return Mr. Fluffles immediately. This is NOT a Golden Message.
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I definitely wasnât picking my nose. so you can ignore that one
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I know you well, despondencyâ please save a dance or two for me
wrap me in arms made of soft yarn and pour me out a cup of tea
and when I sip Iâll pray it doesnât burn me in the third degree
this poem is doomed, Iâm just a loon, this loneliness is miseryâŚ
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Hey ghost girlâ donât you know by now?
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You danced with me behind the Happy Apple. You had marigold petals in your hair, and smelled like cinnamon whiskey. I haven't stopped thinking about you. If you're real and not a spring hallucination, meet me by the springs this Tuesday at dusk.
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Mrs. Gertie, please stop telling folks I was "cursed by the first Marigold Queen in '74." I just have eczema.
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To the girl in the flower crown:
Fireflies and stars
A bright light never fading
Twinkle at me again.
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Is it so wrong to wish you could look at me the way I look at you? Is it so wrong to want you to want me the way I want you? Is it? Don't tell me.
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will that smoking hot bee please meet up with me after the festival
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If you win Marigold Queen, I will be PERSONALLY investigating the votes. No one claps for you! A baby cried when you walked by! Let's all be honest with ourselves!
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When weâre apart, all I want is to see you again. Letâs go to the woods again soon.
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#NotMyMarigoldQueen
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If you're trying to court me, I make a mean tomato pie.
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Oh, how I wish there was but a way we could rendezvous before Father's summons on the Eve of my betrothal! The Golden Apple only rots in the shine of your everlasting love, but nonetheless, it is a prize you must conquer to win my fair hand. Oh, my beloved, wherever you see my words, know that each has been kissed by lips that yearn for your smile. Dream of me, for I am of you. --Darling
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Hiro Uehara, count your daysâŚ
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Your laugh was warmer than the campfire that night. Iâm looking forward to the next trip.
3 spots open this weekend! might rain so come prepared! will provide pole and bait! swing by the fishing post between 9-5 & feel free to stick around for filet lessons after!
My sister attempted to start a garden, but stopped because she got busy with work. So, I would like to start it for her, but I need some help. Come in comfy clothes that you're not scared to ruin (and please only help if you're not too scared of spiders. We have a lot of them, unfortunately). Will pay you in cash, food, or whatever you want as payment.
In need of someone with a ladder, or with really long arms. Either works.Â
Meet me outside of Eternal Rest Mortuary, and wear comfortable clothes. I will elaborate more when you arrive. You will receive a payment of a plate of blondies -- I have altered my recipe for those with nut allergies, just in case.
I'm fostering a pregnant cat and she recently gave birth to four kittens that will need a home once they're older. If you're interested in pictures or meeting them, throw me a text. My name's Hiro. They will be ready in about two or three months. Thanks.
Iâm on a Very Important Mission (official title pending) to collect cool rocks, pretty leaves, and any other neat little bits of nature for a project Iâm working on. If you happen to find anything interesting on your walksâ especially heart-shaped rocks or acorns with their little hats still onâIâd love to give them a good home! Anything you think should go in the Springs' treasure box!
Also, if anyone has an extra shoebox (or three), Iâd be forever grateful!
Just hand âem to me if you see me around! Thanks in advance, and may your pockets always be full of good finds. đ
