June 18, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features a solstice. What is the era and setting? Use the solstice as a celebration, metaphor, or talking point. Go where the prompt leads!
To call them stones As if you could skip one across the pond Is to belittle their majesty I stand in front of them Waiting for the sunrise Wishing I could walk back Through a living moment of history To see the stars, fly by To see the sunset and rise over it again Until I reach the moment when Salisbury Plain was just that, plain To watch the first hole being dug The upright slip into place On around the circle like a child’s game Of ring a ring-o’roses I feel my heart beat with the rising sun…
Another garden post! The truth is I can’t think of anything to say about writing that I haven’t said already. So no rule-quibbling, nothing about the WIP, and no buy-my-books message (although you can find out about those via the menu at the top or in the sidebar).
You really should click HERE and take a walk around Audrey’s beautiful garden…
This year’s blooming was spectacular. The blooms covered the entire tree, they were a deep red, and due to selective pruning over the last few years, only a few flowers of the “mother variety”. Here is the show.
Yesterday afternoon I had planned on writing and working on a trailer for one of Anita’s books, but the sun was shining, and I couldn’t be asked.
We sat outside, drinking coffee, surrounded by all the jobs I have been neglecting so far this year. Not really my fault, for the weather hasn’t exactly been conducive for gardening lately. It’s either been freezing cold, raining, or both. So, I wasn’t feeling too guilty.
Maybe a little guilty about some of my bonsai perhaps, as there are a couple that desperately need repotting as they have used up all the goodness in their soil. There was also an orange blossom that I bought earlier in the year that has outgrown its pot.
Before I knew it, I was hard at work, and enjoying every minute.
I was also promising to spend a lot more time in the garden in future.
They say you are closer to God’s heart in a garden, and all I know is I am always happier when up to my elbows in rich garden soil, surrounded by all the wonders of nature.
I thought I would close with some of my favourite bonsai, the acres. Especially the ones with different colour variations in the leaves. I love the Lacy ones too and have included the one that refused to be a bonsai. It outgrew every pot I put it in, and eventually I planted it in the garden.
I hate to say this, but in a way, I hoped it would rain tomorrow so I could catch up on my writing! (or maybe not!)
These beautiful whale sharks are my favourite creatures in the ocean, bar none I am 75, and before I leave this earth, I will swim with them Whenever I see them on TV They look as though they are made of velvet, another of my favourite things, soft, sensual I hope to cross this off my bucket list soon I will say no more, or I will go on for days About their gentle beauty…
For the visually challenged reader, the photo shows a small kitten looking inquisitively, from under a table.
I can see shadows in the distance When will she come, the one who is meant to be my mum? My brothers and sisters have found their forever home I will be good, I won’t pee in corners I won’t scratch the furniture I will sit on your lap when you need the company I promise not to stray, to visit other homes I will not bring in birds or mice to frighten you I will be the very best version of me If only you will come Maybe tomorrow, yes, I think you will Come and find me tomorrow…
This kind of meadow is not something I get to see very often anymore Having walked through many in my younger days They stay with me in dreams I am young again, playing, making daisy chains Racing each other to reach the strawberry flavoured sherbet hills. My earthly legs won’t run or skip these days So, we meet in dreams, my friends and I Forever young…