This potato says it all.
Things people grow….
This potato says it all.
Author: bethlovesblue
For My Sister
It is strange how grief will sneak in and get you. Someone sent me a picture of the four us when we little, little kids. Playing and jovial. Big smiles and happy faces. And there she was, and I just was stunned by her memory. Memories burbled quickly to the surface. She has been gone … Continue reading For My Sister
Comeback
The prompt word for the day is comeback. Hmmm.... comeback. I appreciate the prompts, (I really, really do... thank you, thank you) but I am sure you will agree this is a difficult one. It will be interesting to see how other people traffic the word. (Prompt two: Traffic, my use of the prompt was … Continue reading Comeback
Birthday Gifts
It's my birthday! Last night as I drifted off to sleep I tried to remember birthdays from my past. From when I was a kid and others. And it was hard. When I was kid, birthdays were simply not a big deal. Yes. There was cake, my Mother always baked a cake, but there was … Continue reading Birthday Gifts
Epic Fall
The prompt is fall. Fall. Fall, Autumn, my favorite time of year. I was going to write about how lovely it is out today, how crisp the air is, how gold the light, but thought, no. I have written about that before, and most likely will again, but I thought I would share an … Continue reading Epic Fall
Gravina Morning
It is Friday and it is going to be a sunny day. I find it hard to drag myself to work, I want to watch the busy busy business outside my window. Planes and boats and clouds and sunshine. Watch the sun slowly warm Gravina Island outside my window. I stay a little Longer, drink … Continue reading Gravina Morning
This House
Scott and I sold our house. The kids are gone, the house is big and rattly now. In a fortuitous turn of events, we bought a posh new house, a lovely dream home. It makes sense, but still I am sad. We move out in two weeks and the house is getting echoey as we … Continue reading This House
Perfect Peppered Steak
(The prompts: Peppered Steak, smirk, eclectic) When I was a child we rarely ate out. Sunday meal were huge pot roasts we ate for days, meals were hearty, healthy and unremarkable. Sorry mom. But they were. If my dad was working and it was a summer day, my mom might drive through McDonald's for burgers … Continue reading Perfect Peppered Steak
Sunday Baking
I am surprised how little we actually use cornmeal, and how only one vision comes clearly to me. My husband baking bread on Sundays to go with the soup we always have. A fragile task, to be done with a light hand...the kitchen covered in copious clouds of flour and the smell!! He wipes … Continue reading Sunday Baking
Woodland White
Woodland White Birch bark Cool against my skin Papery, peeling Scars dark. Delicate branches Stretch towards Slate skies. Unseen, Tangled roots reach down, Frigid anchors In an icy ground. And it is hard For me to fathom As I rest my cheek Against the smooth Frosted skin of The birch That inside - -Somewhere … Continue reading Woodland White
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