Friday greetings, friends,
One of the most pleasing things I did this week was to have a pasty picnic at a peaceful place with a picturesque, panoramic view, which included the twin peaks of Brown Willy and Roughtor. Surrounded by a palette of pleasant prettiness, I was with a precious person who is practically a Penrice pupil. In our perambulations he found a penny and a pheasant feather.
My grandson on Carloggas Downs where the gorse and heather are in full bloom and yes,
he really did find a penny and pheasant feather, the penny even had his year of birth on it!
I’ve never tried alliteration before but found it fun, so share this gem with you:-
The Prodigal Son – in the Key of F
Feeling footloose and frisky, a featherbrained fellow forced his father to fork over his farthings. Fast he flew to foreign fields and frittered his family’s fortune, feasting fabulously with floozies and faithless friends. Flooded with flattery he financed a full-fledged fling of “funny foam” and fast food.
Fleeced by his fellows in folly, facing famine, and feeling faintly fuzzy, he found himself a feed-flinger in a filthy foreign farmyard. Feeling frail and fairly famished, he fain would have filled his frame with foraged food from the fodder fragments.
“Fooey,” he figured, “my father’s flunkies fare far fancier,” the frazzled fugitive fumed feverishly, facing the facts. Finally, frustrated from failure and filled with foreboding (but following his feelings) he fled from the filthy foreign farmyard.
Faraway, the father focused on the fretful familiar form in the field and flew to him and fondly flung his forearms around the fatigued fugitive. Falling at his father’s feet, the fugitive floundered forlornly, “Father, I have flunked and fruitlessly forfeited family favour.”
Finally, the faithful Father, forbidding and forestalling further flinching, frantically flagged the flunkies to fetch forth the finest fatling and fix a feast.
Faithfully, the father’s first-born was in a fertile field fixing fences while father and fugitive were feeling festive. The foreman felt fantastic as he flashed the fortunate news of a familiar family face that had forsaken fatal foolishness. Forty-four feet from the farmhouse
the first-born found a farmhand fixing a fatling.
Frowning and finding fault, he found father and fumed, “Floozies and foam from frittered family funds and you fix a feast following the fugitive’s folderol?” The firstborn’s fury flashed, but fussing was futile. The frugal first-born felt it was fitting to feel “favoured” for his faithfulness and fidelity to family, father, and farm. In foolhardy fashion, he faulted the father for failing to furnish a fatling and feast for his friends. His folly was not in feeling fit for feast and fatling for friends; rather his flaw was in his feeling about the fairness of the festival for the found fugitive.
His fundamental fallacy was a fixation on favouritism, not forgiveness. Any focus on feeling “favoured” will fester and friction will force the faded facade to fall. Frankly, the father felt the frigid firstborn’s frugality of forgiveness was formidable and frightful. But the father’s former faithful fortitude and fearless forbearance to forgive both fugitive and first-born flourishes.
The farsighted father figured, “Such fidelity is fine, but what forbids fervent festivity for the fugitive that is found? Unfurl the flags and finery, let fun and frolic freely flow. Former failure is forgotten, folly is forsaken. Forgiveness forms the foundation for future fortune.”
Four facets of the father’s fathomless fondness for faltering fugitives are:
2) Forever faithful friendship
3) Fadeless love,
4) A facility for forgetting flaws
This week’s joke is true and comes from Rev Margery, whose brother David lives at Fowey:-
After 37 years in the role the Fowey Town Crier has retired and all the locals think he should be nominated for the Nobel peace prize.
Love to you all,
wherever you are and whatever you’re doing,
Notices 6th Sept 2015.pdf