The Grand Return Spring is upon us. Literally and figuratively. The daffodils nod their fragrant heads in unison. The gossamer winged butterflies flutter around in the redolent breeze. Mere mortals traipse around; happiness kissing their feet. The robin whistles a melodious, staccato song.
“He is not worthy of the honey-comb, that shuns the hives because the bees have stings.” -William Shakespeare
What inspired hope, for me #nature all the way.
It’s time to say good bye to hosting Wordless Wednesday. I had hoped to return with #WordlessWednesday as #WednesdayWisdom late last year. It’s time to focus on the other parts of my writing which includes publishing, and pursuing other related interests. It would therefore not be possible to do justice to a blog hop. Thus, with a heavy, but grateful heart I hang my boots here and say adieu to #WW. I might choose to participate in the prompts hosted…
The last few days have been awry and gloomy. I’m so glad for this opportunity to count the blessings around me, Thanks Brian for this prompt. I’m thankful: 1. My father and in- laws are safe and sound in this long Covid lockdown. Though my in-laws did get Covid, and their recovery took time but they are fine. Can’t be more grateful for their enduring spirit. Touché, I’m thankful for my Father’s resilience, of staying alone and managing everything on…
The starving kittens land up in the landlady’s home. We call them Kitty and Pretty. One of Pretty’s eye is gauged out; from being mauled by the local dogs. We help nurse them back to good health with a feast of Mackerels. Our vet visits regularly, to clean and dress Pretty’s wound. They live outdoors and respond to our whistles! Mrs. Ramos doesn’t like cats and orders them out. Pretty is whisked away in a gunny bag to Cuenca. Kitty…
Uncle Bill’s Blue Truck It’s a picture perfect day. The fragrant, spring breeze stretches out to caress the azure skies. The children are out armed with, Little Hearts and Ginger ale.
Before I Die Written as part of Sadje’s What Do You See? picture prompt. They sit outdoors, huddled in crooked rows; The octogenarians and septuagenarians. They have aged gracefully; The bitter-sweet embrace of a life well lived. One foot closing up on the grave and one smugly here; Some holding on to dear, precious life, Some impatiently waiting to kick the bucket into light.
Wordle | Wordled For Sadje’s What Do You See? picture prompt. “You’ve been Wordled,” guffaws Sam, as he and Nick stand in the alley exchanging their Wordle scores. “What the heck is “Wordled?” quips Antonio mounting off his two-wheeled Scooty. “Dude, it’s this 5-letter word game that has taken the internet by storm. It’s called Wordle. No marks for guessing that it was created by this fella called Josh Wardle!” explains Nick animatedly.
What Did He See? – Celebrating Thay (Written as part of Sadje’s What Do You See? picture prompt.)