That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for January 06, 2022

Damn it! Don’t tell me I’m delivering lunch to the wrong field… AGAIN!

Patience, having drawn the short straw, took the family’s lead as the designated locator of land mines.

Pioneer woman, inspecting her field of opium poppies.

After she grew up, Red Riding Hood no longer went through the woods and over the river to grandma’s house, and she no longer wore that childish red hood, but every once in a while, as she walked sensibly along the beaten path through the field, she would pause and mourn for the lost days of her youth.

Sheri thinking: “What am I doing with my life? Why am I wasting my time in this field? Did I record the Bachelor?”

/// Overnight in the farmers’ north field

came a pattern that sunrise revealed.

Many “rings” that were bare

(the crops no longer there),

like a guide to some treasure concealed.

/// People followed the crop circle trail.

(Might it lead to an alien grail?)

They’d gone twice round each ring

without finding a thing,

then stopped short when they heard the cows wail.

Damn, I took the wrong path. This isn’t the way to grandma’s house.

/// Today’s task made the farmer’s wife numb.

Scatter ashes of her husband, Lum.

In her right hand an urn.

On her left, fuel to burn

the obscene, cheating, wife-beating scum.

After 8 years of marriage and 2 children, Suzette realises she’s taken the wrong path in life.

Molly Bloom, lost in thought remembering her last night’s reminiscence. Dinner could wait!

“…and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower …. yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes..”—James Joyce

When she dreamed of being a woman who was outstanding in her field, this was not exactly what she imagined!

WHAT! There used to be a Starbucks here. What the hell man.

Where’s Waldo?

Maya doing the ‘walk of shame’ in early morning light.

you gotta love that a painting with the title dinner time depicts a woman who looks as if she’s thinking, *f*ck*, i forgot to pick up mac ‘n’ cheese…

“The bus should have been here half an hour ago….”

Out standing in her field

Her beauty could not be concealed..

She dazzled the boys

With her grace and her poise

Til her chewing tobacco congealed..

There’s never a roadside rest when you need one

“The way to hump a cow is not to sit upon a stool.” e.e. cummings.

Mrs. Buquerque looking for her husband Al; once again GPS had taken her far afield.

“I think I should have taken that left in Albuquerque.”

Interstate I95 circa 1918.

The corn maze last fall was more fun, and everyone can see me taking a pee.

Laura hated it when their buckboard and horses would get repossessed, always just before they had to go to town for supplies.

Doesn’t matter. You forgot to tie the horses up.

“Some day, all this will be a Walmart parking lot- and if I wait long enough, I may even have a car to lose in it..”

I just need to walk from Lark Rise to Candleford, then catch the stage to Oxford. If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere!

Whistle loudly. The horse harnessed to your Amish buggy will come to you.

Ms. Buquerque was wrong from the start

About shopping at that Walmart

For it never appeared

And (this really is weird !)

She’s now using “Instacart”..

“You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?”

“He’s blocking the entire path, just sitting there painting! Now I have to turn around and start all over again!!”

And then Jane remembered how she got here, “why oh why did I get a philosophy degree?!”

Phyllis couldn’t help but take it personally after having been assigned Scarecrow Duty 277 days in a row – especially in the late fall and winter when there were no crops to protect.

It was a time when people actually walked across the fields. Note the lack of 1) ATVs, and 2) obesity.

“Where did the Yellow Brick Road go?”

So intent on her thoughts, Sheila looked up and realized she was no longer in the grocery store.

Letitia was stumped by even the simplest corn maze.

“Green Acres, we are there. Feh.”

“That’s all I need from the cereal aisle. Now which way is the soft drink section?”

Dinner time: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Edmund_Blair_Leighton_-_Dinner_time.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this roughly B4 paper size painting.

A slightly larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at 

http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/2015/07/masterpiece-1262.html 

I have added a comment there pointing to the blog entry with the artist info I used to point to here. So far 42 works, by this artist, have been used here (47 times total, including this Throwback Thursday and 4 other repeats). 

https://www.gocomics.com/that-is-priceless/2015/07/23?comments=visible 

has the first time this was used here (the 15 hyperlinks in my comment there have been deactivated, and the line breaks removed, but perhaps the text remains informative). Forgot to mention the painting is oil on panel there.

/// “Dinner Time” once again. Ma’s forlorn.

It is hard, at this time, not to mourn

for the terrible price,

their supreme sacrifice—

feeding children to things in the corn.

The reason that Ma is forlorn

Has nothing to do with corn.

Her son has enlisted

(He simply insisted)

And both daughters are doing porn.