13 Pictures of Flowers
I’m still not ready to say good bye to summer. There is still a lot I’d like to do – like paint the exterior of the house – that require warm weather. But the trees are all turning, so I guess I better accept that Fall is here. As a send off, here are pictures I took of flowers over the course of Summer
From around town:
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Suzie’s House 282 : A Dark and Snowy Night
He was right behind her. Emma walked as fast as she could, too afraid to run because if she did, then Bruce would have an excuse to run, too, and there was no way she could get home before he caught up with her. She concentrated on the crunch of frost under foot and tried to ignore the painful pounding in her heart and the enclosing darkness between each street light.
The Serialists for October 17th
Check out the music in the sidebar at Carrie Ann Golden’s Redemption site. Too cool. Goes well with the latest twist to her tale.
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Too Much Junk
We have too much junk. We were planning on holding a yard sale this month to help get rid of some of it, but between the smoke and the cold ended up skipping. I’m thinking we should maybe give it a try anyway. It hit the mid 60’s today. Surely that’s warm enough? Maybe.
There are people around town who have been holding one yard sale after another all summer long. Seems like too much work to me, but if it would help alleviate some of our storage issues, it would be worth it. We have boxes that were never opened from when we moved from Wisconsin. That was thirteen years ago.
Part of the problem is deciding what to keep and what to get rid of. There are so many things that hold some sentimental value. And a bunch more stuff is useful, and simply entertaining. I try to sped a little time every day sorting through it all.
Hoarders? Nahh.
Watering the Yard
Jill: My bath wasn’t THAT long.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Long Time No See
For more posts with Water go to Keyhole Pictures
Eggshells Underfoot
“When did I become so easily frightened,” Jessie said as she shifted her hair to cover bruises she never talks about. “I used to be so good at reading people. Now…” She shakes her head. The hair slides forward, covering all but her frown. “Sometimes I think I’ll never be sure of myself again.”
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
This is an homage to a friend from many years ago.
13 Things on my To Do List
1. Write. I’ve been doing a 100 words per day for 100 days challenge. I’ve got five weeks to go. It doesn’t sound like much, but sitting down to write some fiction every single day for 100 days can be a challenge.
Suzie’s House 281: Stage Fright – Preamble
“I can’t do it. I can’t. I just can’t.” Emma caught herself scratching her elbow and made herself stop. She itched all over, and had since even before she and Kate left that old house where Gene lives.
“But Emma, you’re really good at it.”
The Serialists of October 10
You have to keep an eye on Altonian. He has a way of sneaking the meaning of life, nature of physics, and groan worthy puns into his posts.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.
First Snow of the Year
Technically, I could say we had our first snow weeks ago – if you count what’s on the mountains. The thing is, mountains can have snow in them in the middle of summer, so it’s kind of hard to use them as a definitive line. Instead, I go by my backyard.
Along about Tuesday or Wednesday last week I stepped out side in the morning to give The Girl a lift to school because she was running late and found this in a box next to the back door. No, it isn’t dandruff. It’s a light sprinkling of snow. The hills were covered from peak to valley. It stayed for most of the day, too. I think that counts.
This is great! It means the forest fires are both smaller, and sending their smoke a different direction. We don’t have to wear masks around town. This is much earlier than I expected, as it’s generally closer to Halloween when we get the first snows.
Mind you, we still have green leaves on the trees around town. More and more of them are changing all over the place. The odd thing is that the turning seems to be happening more to the trees on the West side of the valley than the East. Shouldn’t that be a North and South thing instead? Or if it’s an elevation thing, then it should be running in the reverse.
Meanwhile, I still have some exterior painting to do. I sure hope we get a really warm Indian Summer like the weatherman predicted. Otherwise I’m sunk. I’m quite willing to paint in the cold, but the paint isn’t. Last time I tried pushing it the paint that is supposed to be dry to the touch in two hours took three days. And that was when it was warmer out.
Long Time No See
Jack: What happened to you? You were gone a long time. Where’d you go?
Jill: Kitchen
Jack: Oh. I see.
Previously in Jack and Jill: Basketball Practice
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Kitty Jail
The veterinarian called it “bed rest”.
He was not to come out of the cage
until the bones all knit.
Six weeks of laying about.
As if he hadn’t napped enough before.
When finally the day came
the door swung wide open,
but too long away from freedom
He didn’t know how to leave.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Suzie’s House 280: The Power of a One Man Band
“Before we jump for joy over all his connections,” Gene said in a way that made Emma nervous, like he was mad about something or maybe like he didn’t much care for this guy named Bruce. “Let’s see if he’s any good. He’s not a member of the band yet, you know.” He gave Tracy a hard look.
“Of course.” Bruce didn’t seem to mind at all. He pulled a keyboard out of his backpack like he’d been expecting this all along. He looked around the living room real quick. He didn’t seem to see any of them – Gene, Tracy, Justin, Kate, or Emma.
