Hmmm . .
“A tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow basket . .
I wrote a letter to my love and on the way I lost it . .”
Yes, this prompt pulled me aboard the way back machine!! a tisket for a tasket reminds me of living on a small farm in Belleville, IL in the late 1960s . . my sister and I made May baskets, filled them with a neighbor’s flowers the rang her doorbell . . she was not pleased . .