Dressed in yellow

Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt is red and yellow. It brings up a jump rope rhyme from when I was a kid and lived in Johnson City, New York. I am sure there are dozens of versions of this. Do you know one?

Cindareller, dressed in yeller
went downtown to see her feller
on her way her girdle broke
how many people did it choke?

And then we would count until the jumper tripped or lost her place. I don’t think we knew what a girdle was, either, except that it was not a respectable word to shout out.

The picture has nothing to do with the jump rope rhyme. I took this at the Farmer’s Market in 2014. The baby is much older now, but Gypsy Coffeehouse still serves delicious coffee. Such colors!

frogseptember

My weekend at the Nowhereelse Festival would have delighted any frog. It rained nearly the whole time. I had a rental car, a tent and sleeping bag, and all of the music was in a much much bigger tent. I frogmarched back and forth from my small tent in a field, to the music venue, the volunteer tent and the food trucks. By the time I packed up my tent on Monday, the field was no longer absorbing water and it was 2-3 inches deep within a few feet of my tent. I hoped I would make it to the airport and not get caught by flooding roads. The fields and ditches were flooding but I was out before the roads were too bad. Whew.

The first photograph is the storm rolling in Saturday morning. The second is my tent from inside the rental car. WET.

For yesterday’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: frogmarch. If there is a frogmarch, there must be a frogseptember too, right?