d’Verse, a quadrille
Punam’s d’Verse challenge is to write a quadrille about digging. You can join in here: https://dversepoets.com/2026/04/20/quadrille-246-lets-get-digging/
Digging for Victory
World War Two
Opportunity for women
To demonstrate their worth
Operating heavy machinery
Working as blacksmiths,
welders, pipefitters, and masons
Driving trucks and ambulances
Serving in the navy and air force
Growing crops and caring for animals
Land Girls, digging their way to victory
Tanka Tuesday
Yvette’s challenge is to write a syllabic poem about sisterly love. You can join in here: https://tankatuesday.com/2026/04/21/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-61-sisterly-love-04-21-26/
I’ve written a rensaku poem.
Poor Dad
poor Dad, five females
all talking and giggling
sharing is caring
usually at the same time
high pitched chatter
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all eager to please
baking challenges galore
father chief taster
but, he mustn’t put on weight
poor Dad, five females
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phone always ringing
chittering and chattering
boyfriends and girlfriends
parties and socials
poor Dad, five females
***
clothes on the floor
wet knickers and pantihose
hanging in bathroom
makeup stains on the carpet
poor Dad, five females
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sick in hospital
poor Dad, five females
visit, plump up his pillows
bring sweets, crisps, and fizzy drinks
drive nurses crazy
Thursday Doors, CFFC – View From a Bridge, The Flower Hour
For Thursday Doors, I am continuing the virtual tour of Chateau de Chenonceau in Loire Valley France. The photographs are from inside the Chateau. You can join in Thursday Doors here: https://nofacilities.com/2026/04/23/the-carnegie-carnegie/
For View From a Bridge, I am sharing some pictures of the River Cher from the bridge that forms part of Chateau de Chenonceau. You can join in CFFC here: https://nofacilities.com/2026/04/20/view-from-a-bridge-or-elevated-walkway-cffc/
I am sharing more flowers from the garden for Terri’s The Flower Hour which you can join here: https://secondwindleisure.com/2026/04/21/the-flower-hour-27-daffodils-celebrate-earth-day/
Interior doors inside Chateau de Chenonceau



Interesting household articles







The slideshow below includes two photographs of the River Cher. The first is from the bridge and the second is from a bedroom inside the chateau.
These are some more amazing flowers from the garden. I loved the shaggy purple tulips.






My uncle, married to Mum’s sister, had a favourite story of when he was visiting the house with three daughters. I didn’t have a chance to know this grandfather, but I believe he was a quiet polite chap who liked being at home, not down the pub like his brothers. But when he and uncle were in the kitchen listening to the chatter and shrieks of laughter coming from the living room he just said ‘Bloody Women.’
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Haha, women always say men are loud and raucous but I think that’s a fallacy. Girls together are very noisy and women talk about very intimate things that men do not discuss although they are accused of doing so.
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Hi Robbie, thank you once again for your wonderful poetry and photography! You continue to bring smiles to me.
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Hi Charles, I am very happy to know that. Hugs.
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Poor Dad indeed Robbie, lol.
Thank you for sharing more lovely photographs of your trip.
Those doors are stunning and the I love the flowers too !
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Hi Maggie, I look forward to seeing more of France through your eyes soon. I hope you find lots of mosaics.
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Hi Robbie
Thank you.
I hope I do too š¤
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Love the flowers and canal, along the fun verse for poor dad. š
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Now that I’m an adult with three males in my house, I often think about poor Dad with all us females. We must have driven him crazy.
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Seems like a karmic twist for you to have three males.
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Yes, it does. I knew nothing about boys in the beginning šš
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What a gorgeous photo tour. That fireplace and the gorgeous bed! And these delightful tulips. But best of all was daddy’s harem and he was the center of every girl’s world.
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Hi Violet, indeed, my dad was the sun in our house. All his girls adore him. I spoke about him at my wedding and said he’d always been our Number One guy. Naturally, all three of my sisters cried buckets at that so my little speech made a big impression.
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Wonderful verses. Beautiful photos. Looks like you had a nice time in France.
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Hi Timothy, I had an incredible time in France. Spring was such good timing too.
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I love France.
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Beautiful poetry, Robbie! Poor Dad gave me a chuckle. But the first one of the women during WWII is amazing…we studied “Rosie the Riveter” in college. I also recall women’s baseball league made famous in the movie “A League of their Own.”
Gorgeous field of tulips! Yes, those purple shaggy ones are certainly special!
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Hi Terri, thank you, I’m pleased you enjoyed this post. When I saw digging as the challenge, digging for Victory was the first thing that came to mind. I love those purple tulips. We don’t get tulips here.
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They are stunning to be able to see. Im glad they grow here.
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More great photos from France.
I bet actually that your father was quite pleased with his family. (K)
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Oh yes, Dad was the sun in our household. I am very devoted to him. I know it upsets my Mom who is a tad jealous. Thank you, Kerfe.
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After reading “Poor Dad,” I really feel for your poor dad!
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I think my Dad was delighted when my son, Greg, was born. He had an ally. Then Michael came and my sister had two sons, Ryan and Ben. Now our family is more balance. In saying that, my Dad is thoroughly spoiled by his daughters who all adore him.
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Fantastic meaningful poetry, Roberta, and great pictures of the doors inside the Chateau. Thank you for the pleasure.
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Hi Tim, I just wrote to Liz that my Dad is actually totally spoiled by his daughters who all adore him and treat him like a king. He was/is a very good father to us.
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You were very good daughters to him, Roberta. š
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Lovely poems Robbie. And the pictures are so good too.
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Thank you, Sadje
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Youāre most welcome Robbie
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Great poetry, Robbie! Your #TankaTuesday poem really touched my heart.
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Hi Yvette, this came straight away when I read your prompt. It’s so nice when I don’t have to do any work for a poem. I’m delighted you enjoyed it.
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Lovely poems and amazing photos, Robbie.
My mom briefly did war work in WWII–the woman who “caught” the Rosie’s rivets. They needed small women like her to get inside.
Your poor dad–though I suspect he also loved it. My husband sometimes felt that way, I’m sure.
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Hi Merril, your momās stories must be interesting. I am sure my dad was and still is happy š
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Hi Robbie. Unfortunately, she didn’t say that much about it. She and my dad were newlyweds at the time though.
I’m sure your dad is happy! š
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love the two poems, Robbie : they both offer insights into two diffefrent worlds: the war effort one we all know and celebrate and our Anzac Day and Dad’s world: I still suspect he loved it š
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Good job covering a lot of bases, Robbie. I love the Dad poem. The photos are wonderful, although that carved chair looks like it would be painful to sit on. I love the flower gardens the colors are beautiful.
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Thank you, Dan. Iām glad you enjoyed this post. I always think the antique French furniture looks very uncomfortable.
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I think you’re right.
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Both beautifully written. I love the poor dad poem! It is so relatable! Well done, Robbie.
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Hi Dwight, Iām glad the Dad poem resonated with you. Have a lovely weekend.
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All good stuff today, but I relate to poor dad. I only have one daughter, but it sure increased the traffic and volume around here for a few years.
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Haha, Iām sure you are right, Craig. I think daughters are a bit daunting for dads when they become teenagers š
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You touched me with that first poem, about women digging for victory in military roles (my interpretation of your much deeper thoughts). My daughter fought her way to Asst. Chief Engineer (ACE) on an American warship–a Cruiser–a rarity among the many men but there was lots of respect and camaraderie. Worked out well.
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Oh, Robbie… your poem was touching. I hope your dad is doing okay. Big hugs.
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Poor dad! But I bet he loved it all. Great photos – what a trip!
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Poor Dad, indeed! I rather think he ate it up, both literally and figuratively, what with all the culinary arts being practiced on him! š Enjoyed all the facets of this energetic post, Robbie.
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