The evening sun shone brightly on the garden, I am sitting on the bench just writing and half-listening to the evening sounds of the local bird life. A Blackbird sings close by beautifully intermittently, his wonderful symphony of melodic sound is broken by a pigeon that is making a repetitive call nearby. Two Crows…
I did an hours writing my blog on the computer, before I made a cup of tea for Margaret, to wake her up for our exciting day ahead at the Royal Palace. We dressed in our casual clothes and went to indulge in a Premier Inn breakfast, this was freshly cooked and adequate but we prefer to serve ourselves from a buffet.…
We decided to take a walk in the sunshine and visit our local Sheringham park to admire the beautiful display of Rhododendrons and Azaleas. We are members of the National Trust and one of the main benefits is free parking, and free admission to their properties throughout the land.
I set my Brassica seeds in these large drums, about three weeks ago, and covered them up with fleece to protect the seedlings from late frosts.
For today’s prompt, write a dead end poem.
This is a Fiction response to a prompt from Inspiration Monday ~ :
PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ A VERY FINE BALANCEAs usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia.
A walk around the garden in early Spring. Our garden is not large but it has an amazing array of colour on display at this time of the year. Many of these plants and flowers have lived with us for years and bring back memories.
Even if you don’t consider yourself a poet, today I’d like to challenge you to find freedom through your pen as well. You can choose to write any type of poem you want: free verse, a haiku, a sonnet, etc.
A ONE WORD flash Fiction story based on the word ATROPHY
AN AFTERNOON ON THE FARM