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Weekly Photo Challenge: Treasure

Somewhere out in Hawaii there sits several pots of gold, just follow the end of the rainbows. This is Mother Nature’s display of treasure, one of my favorites.

To see other interpretations of treasure, visit the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge here.

365-Day Project, Art, Creativity, Mystery, Photography

Day 139 – Pie Time

The bluebird carries the sky on his back. – Henry David Thoreau

Tomorrow I embark on a three-day tour with my son’s 5th grade class to further learn about Civil Rights in the United States, our first stop is Montgomery, Alabama, and then onto Atlanta, Georgia. We even get to spend the night at the Georgia Aquarium! Who’s more excited, the kids or me?

That means I *might* miss making a post along the way, even though I’m hoping that won’t be the case. If I do, I’ll make up for it once we return. Who knows? Maybe I’ll find some of those hidden treasures along the way!

Today’s mystery “what is it?!?” picture is ready for you to guess. Can you tell? Do you know?

What Is It?!?


What Was That?!? Yesterday’s Picture (Day 138)

Yesterday’s picture was inspired out of necessity; I needed a picture fast and was running out of time. So I used a picture of something I had recently posted, just a different perspective. But apparently, it looked like a pie crust or a rustic tart. Terry even wrote a story!

Pies ran in the family, or at least the making of them did.
Brenton Chesteen founded the firm back in the early 1800s.
The ingrediants for the pies were nothing special; just the usual fare.

What made Chesteen pies special was the crust.

The formula was a closely guarded family secret and only two members of the family were allowed to know it at any one time.

The holder of the secret would hand it down before his death to his son and occasionally to a daughter.

It was rumoured that lives had been lost in the quest for the secret ingredient.

The most famous of which was Brenton Chesteen himself who was tortured for several days before being rescued by a passing band of gypsies.

Brenton eventually died of his wounds but he did not give up the secret.

For all the generation since, Gypsies have been welcome to camp on Chesteen land.

Gratitude knows not the passage of time.

So if it wasn’t a pie, what was it? What you saw was the outside of a peanut shell. 😉


Now I want to make a pie!