That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for February 26, 2025

/// Daniel Knight has portrayed Jeannine Gleaning.

She seems sad; there’s no grinning or preening.

Barley left in the field

provides almost no yield.

Life in poverty holds little meaning.

Have straw bed; will travel.

“All I wanted was some fresh bread. And he had to make a big production about the flour it takes to make it”.

She’s outstanding in it.

Painting is kinda grainy.

This is where we pickniced and my bum got sunburned.

“I swear I did not have relations with that girl. In fact, I barley knew her.”

Unfortunately, a young Hellen Keller has mistakenly confused a clump of straw for her purse.

This is Ceres – the goddess of grain/

by the standards of deities, plain:/

she’s holding a sheaf/

and awaits her relief-/

That bâ$târd is late once again !

She wishes the gods would refrain/

From treating her with such disdain:/

Her franchise is cereal/

A vital material/

For feeding both body and brain..

Little Jimmie wet the bed again.

And if you think that she is a prig /

cause she won’t wear a goddess’s “rig”/

consider the nights/

On Olympus’s heights/

wearing only the leaf of a fig..

“The hills are alive with the sound of music.” “Please Maria not today. I’ve got a wicked headache.”

It was the task of young peasant Jeannine

To go round the cut grain fields to glean

Whatever was missed in the recent harvest

In small fringe sections away from the rest

Of the sown tracts until they were picked clean

.

Jeannine was lonely and gleaning as tasked

With what females young and old both were asked

To perform as boring jobs to their ability

And within their frail female capability

That according to tradition males were unasked

.

Poor Jeannine was often prone to fantasize

That the scarecrows in the fields were real guys

One handsome scarecrow in particular

Tended especially to tickle her

Despite his frown something sparked in his eyes

.

Then one day poor Jeannine disappeared

Or so to the village it appeared

For a female scarecrow bootzafrau

Had appeared next to the male one somehow

And both smiled widely ear to eared

First runner up, 1881 “Miss Wheat” pageant.

“I don’t get it. Sally told me she made a fortune selling grass.”

Look, some girls like flowers, I like hay.

Sally fretted over the message she may be sending, worried this new Tinder profile photo was a little too wild.

“And here we see Jeannine modeling the latest in ‘off the grid’ fashion. This ensemble shows just the cheekiest bit of stocking at the ankle to help you perpetually single ladies attract the man of your dreams …”

Barbara McClintock, watching genes transpose.

Why does her purse look like a squirrel’s nest?

har har, good one.

Johnny Appleseed’s Great Grand Daughter, Donna Hayfever.

USaid called, they say they have to cancel their purchase as they are out of business.

Jeannine Gleaning or Gathering Wheat: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Undated paintings" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Brave search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Wikimedia Category: found and once there find the text string Jeannine, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3467 (February 25, 2025) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .jpg from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to the blog entry with my comment and reply pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, 13 works by him have been used here, the February 24, 2025, strip being the prior.

They were all wrong – I am not rejoicing bringing in the sheaves.

I detect a grain of sadness here.

she is looking for a boyfriend but none available so she looks for shorter version.

fame? she doesn’t care a wheat about it…

☺

Catch her eye and see if Amber waves.

For Thursday:

You’ve probably never heard/

Of the wonderful William Byrd/

Or maybe your choice/

Is the famed William Boyce:/

(The distinction is growing blurred…)