Tomorrow’s prompt…
Early tomorrow I’m leaving for South Australia to spend a few days with my daughter and her partner, and visit a couple of writing groups. Rod is staying home this time to look after April, Jasper, Bailey and the chooks 🙂
There were a few oranges languishing at the bottom of the fruit bowl so I made some marmalade . . .and I hope it prompts lots of stories and poems. Do send them in; I love to find a big pile of mail when I return 🙂
Today’s prompt…
After lots of rain yesterday, today is sunny with blue sky and a gentle breeze. Time to plant these potatoes I found sprouting in the shed!
I’m reminded of ‘Rapunzel, Rapunzel…let down your hair.”     Potato, Potato…let down your sprouts!
Today’s prompt…
The prim ladies from a few posts ago do let their hair/petals down on sunny days although I think they’ll be staying tighly closed today. I woke to huge thunder claps and suddenly the bedside light went on, so the power must have been out during the night. I made that all-important first mug of coffee but didn’t stop to drink it as I raced out in my pyjamas to do the outside jobs, feed the dogs and chooks and clean the dog pen before it got wet. A few heavy drops on the tin roof but it all stopped by the time I came back inside to my lukewarm caffeine . . . still, the jobs are done and with more dark clouds looming I don’t think it will be long before we get a downpour.
Today’s prompt…
The Cockatoos and their destructive tendancies toward our trees and plants make me angry some days but often they make me laugh. A few days ago I spotted this one prancing up and down the log as if it was on a balance beam, doing a little skip, then a jiggle, then back again and again before giving a bow as in the photo. Coming so soon after the Olympics I think this one’s aiming for Rio De Janeiro 🙂
Today’s prompt…
I still get a thrill when I find a nice little stash in the chook house 🙂
I’ve kept chooks (hens) for 27 years and in that time I’ve only needed to buy a dozen eggs twice! I used to sell them from my old home until one customer decided that free range meant free-for-him 😦
When Jess was in kindergarten, I was reading a book to a group of children and asked the usual question when we came to a page featuring E for eggs. Where do eggs come from? One little girl looked at me as though I was already senile (I was about 27!) when I suggested they might come from hens and walked off in disgust saying ‘Everyone knows they come from Coles.”
