Tending Her Garden

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“Anonymous” Contributed by Courtney Wright

I found the old boots

Right where he said

Sitting next to the mouse                                                   

Long ago dead…

 

They were taped at the toes                                                 

Tattered and torn

The laces were gone

The soles were worn

 

He wanted to wear them

None others would do

Boots were much better

Superior to shoes

 

“Your mother gave me those

To work in the garden you see.

I need to tend to her roses

She will be home at 3.”

 

I smiled down at my dad

As he placed them on the floor

How do I begin to tell him

Mom’s been gone since ‘84.

 

This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers May 18, 2018 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link to give it a try!! 🙂

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An Awwww moment in Mother Nature!

So.. yesterday was Mother’s day and while I was at home relaxing, I get a text from my neighbor. It seems a brand new fawn was just born behind their house. We share some woods between our houses and the doe had walked toward our house with her newborn. She was right next to our driveway. So we sneaked outside and found them. As soon as the momma heard us, she sprinted about 20 paces away and the baby lay down in the grass. I was able to get right up to it and take some photos so I thought I would share with you guys!

Happy Mother’s Day Momma Doe!! ❤

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Photo by Kim Templin 5-13-18

This is definitely something good that happened on Mother’s Day! 🙂

What Did I See?

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“The buildings are so tall!” Her hand automatically moves up against my palm above my head.

“What color are the lights?” I asked.

“Oh! They are all colors!! Red, blue, green and gold!” Tammy exclaimed!

“And the people?” I urged

“Oh my goodness! There are people everywhere I look!”

“Are you glad we came now?” I smiled as I took her arm and we walked up 5th Avenue.

“So glad!” Her voice vibrated with excitement. 

Tammy had been by my side since the accident but had never seen New York. It was wonderful to hear about it through HER eyes….

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This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers May 11, 2018 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link to give it a try!! 🙂

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Treasures of the Heart

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Charlotte brushed the leaves and limbs back from the roots and reached inside the concealed space under the tree.

Her fingers closed around the rusted box and she pulled it out of its secret place. 

The hinges of the metal lunchbox squeaked and screeched against her effort as she coaxed it open.

Inside were her treasures… a Plymouth key ring belonging to her father and a broach her mother had worn every day.

A baseball card sat under a matchbox corvette that had belonged to her little brother.  

This is all that remained from the fire 25 years ago today.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Karen Rawson

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This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers May 2, 2018 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link to give it a try!! 🙂

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Too Much Time On My Hands!!

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An empty Inbox and time on my hands… what to do!! I had several emails sitting in my box for weeks because I just love reading blogs from my friends and leaving comments. I don’t get to do that very often and so they will sit until I have time to read through and put in my two cents worth. Today was one of those days.

Now that school is done for the semester I will have more time to write this summer. I promise to post more and get back to my flash fiction.

I appreciate my loyal followers and my new ones!! Thanks so much for hanging out!

{{{HUGS}}}

Winter Tears

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“MOM!”

“What is it?” mom asked.

“Mom, there is something wrong with the Birch tree!”

“Oh no, what’s wrong with it?” Mom comes over and looks out the window with her daughter and sees clear liquid dripping from the bare branches and grins.

Seeing no humor in the situation, Dalyn starts to tear up. The tree was oozing from every twig.

Wiping a tear away from her daughter’s cheek she says, “There is nothing wrong with your tree sweetheart. That is what it does when it is sad. It misses the warm summer weather. All will be well in the spring.”

This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers December 6, 2017 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link below to give it a try!! 🙂

 

It Just Takes the Right Touch! 

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“Of course it doesn’t work!” Taylor growled to herself! Stupid antique is probably there as a joke. Her dead mobile was in her pocket and she was going to be late… AGAIN!

“Need to make a call?” the black leather jacket squeaked as he stuck his thumbs in his front pockets.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t work.”

“Sure it does!” He lightly rapped the top of the phone then picked up the handset. “Here ya go!”

She heard the dial tone as she put the receiver to her ear. Surprised, she turned around to say “THAN..” but no one was there.

This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers for July 27, 2017 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link below to give it a try!! 🙂

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