Good Morning Everyone:D I hope you’re feeling well and enjoy this beautiful day! I’m working on housework, decluttering and my job! (If I can pull myself away from this This Is US video , WHEW!! So good!!)
This is Day 24 in the countdown of our Bloggers VIP Celebration. For this daily challenge, we have a list of scrambled autumn things! All’s you have to do is write down them, unscrambled. Please don’t post your guesses, wait until the end of the day for the answers. Keep an eye out for updates on Kristian’s and my page.
“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson
This morning, my daughter and I fed the birds and squirrels. I was excited to see birds actually paying us a visit.
After we came back inside the warmth, we did a step by step instructions of how to make toast. She’s easily flustered, and lots of information at once doesn’t work. She did well, and I’m thankful that we did it together.
I’m not sure whats in store for today; but I’m determined to feel good. Later, I’m thinking pancakes 😁
My daughter, Zivah, and I spent some quality time together. We ran to the largest candy store in the United States, b.a. Sweetie Candy Company, and bought a ton of jelly beans!!!(Because today is National Jelly Bean Day!!) Then, we ran to Long John Silver’s for chicken and chips. After lunch and Zivah accidently locking herself in the public restroom, we stopped at Home Depot, for rocks to paint. We were going to head to the park to collect acorns and other nature finds, but didn’t make it. I wanted to take some time to pick up some trash, too. Maybe something we’ll do this week. It doesn’t have to be Earth Day to pick up trash. LoL. It’s been a super fun day!!! What did you do for earth day? Anything fun?
The more I see of deer, the more I admire them as mountaineers. They make their way into the heart of the roughest solitudes with smooth reserve of strength, through dense belts of brush and forest encumbered with fallen trees and boulder piles, across canons, roaring streams, and snow-fields, ever showing forth beauty and courage. John Muir
She was sewn together with the needles of evergreen. Her hair, the waves of lavender and baby’s breathe. The air filled her lungs, inhaling life, exhaling fate. A single tear fell down onto her lap. As she sat upon this beautiful place, she enjoyed every possible moment. As the winds change, and the trees begin to turn, her life grew shorter and shorter. She became weak, unable to hold herself up. When the sunset faded, and the last leaf slowly drifted to the ground, she transcended back into her nature place.
In a far far off land, GreenBryer, two huntsman were deep in the forest. The year had taken them through Summer, and hints of Autumn blanketed the area. Cool breezes were wrestling the tree branches. The leaves were only just beginning to alter color. The morning dew laid glistening the ground.
As the huntsman stabbed the grown with their walking sticks, birds chirped and squirrels sat nibbling on their latest meal. The grass shifted and rabbits came dashing past their feet.
Greenbryer was established on an old Native American farm land. From generation to generation since, families continued farming, thus producing rich fertilizer for the soil. The harvest tastes better than anything store bought. The flavor is like a party is the mouth, and the sight of such makes the towns people salivate.
The huntsmen head out to these woods once a week for catching deer. The wives create many meals with very little. Upon this particular excursion, as the men approached Devil’s Drop, a stunning sight abruptly stopped them in their tracks.
The Great Buck stood at the edge, noble and proud as ever. Legend has it Chief Chippewa and Haritow were the leaders of the Cherokee Native Americans in the area. They were inseparable; the best of companions. When the buffalo stamped threatened the settlement, Chief and his right hand buck chased them out. When the October rain flooded the watering system, the two assured everyone kept safe and the water rerouted. When a child was born, Haritow laid with him/her the evening of birth… establishing a trust between the two.
The men stood warned. His ghostly figure had only been seen the eve of a great disaster. They bowed their heads in gratitude and hurried back to ground.
Concept: To write everything and anything that comes to mind about the Daily Random Word.
It can be incomplete thoughts listed, a short story, a personal story, personal reflection, memories, whatever you want it to be. The idea is to get everything out. Once you’ve done that, you can return to these posts and use the ideas in your writing.
This song is one I’d play while driving. It’s a reminder of where I grew up. It’s a reminder of my former husband, and how much he LOVED the country. He was born in the PA foothills of the Appalachian Mountains. This really is such a bittersweet song.
MoonChild has family roots that tie her to The Sioux Native Americans. She doesn’t live a lifestyle similar to her heritage; however, she respects and practices the basic fundamental truths.
One cold Friday night, Moonchild heard a noise outside her living room window. She’s never had issues with intruders; but, there’s a first time for everything. She grabbed her rifle, tucked in a locked box, behind her bedroom door, and stepped out onto her porch.
“Hello? Who’s out there?”, She shouted, with her rifle ready to fire. Being a single mom of two daughters, she was always ready to fight and protect.
She heard no response. She repeated the question, ” Hello?! I know you’re close. Come out into the light and no one gets hurt!”
Suddenly, she heard little whimpers.
“Huh??” She uttered.
Slowly, she made her way down the steps, and noticed several pawprint tracks in the snow. Her heart sunk; “Oh my!” She thought to herself. Whatever animal was close, couldn’t be very big. The prints explained that much.
She slowly stepped off the last step, and moved toward the direction of the prints. The moon was full, a beautiful blue and lit up the snow.
Just around the backside of her tool shed, huddled in a hole dug in the far right corner, where a beautiful pack of cold baby wolves.
She stared for a moment, then fell to her knees. Slowly, to not spook the babies, she sat on her heals and waited. MoonChild knew wolves were loyal to thier pack. If they were here, it’s highly likely adults of the pack were close.
The waiting turned into twenty minutes, and the North Dakota snow drift, especially this time of night at this time of year, is deadly. As if these precious babes understand her concern, they slowly made their way toward her. Sniffing first, to endure safety, one by one, they circled her.
She continued to be still, intuitively realizing she felt their trust. After another ten minutes, they were bouncing on and licking her.
Quickly, she gathered her precious pups, and hurried inside. They surely needed food and water.
You can check out The Haunted Wordsmith’s Daily Writing Challenge Here🙂
The cedar bench, just off to the right of a 100- sq ft arboretum, was Cecilia’s last gift from her father. When she was a girl, together, they would walk the paths of the beautiful exotic flowers, and Japanese gardens. Her father studied nature with great pride and intensity, knowing the earth provides more then humans realize. One particular visit, her attention caught the aroma of cedar trees. She fell in love instantly, the spicy evergreen excited her scenes.
Whisper to me mountain stream; Tell me the tales of this land. Feed my soul with food for thought. Quench my thirst for unspeakable truths. You, grand creation, are a magnificent retreat. A sacred and symbolic Holy Land. Thank you for all your provision, and may Mother Earth be good to you.
This was written for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneer Challenge:) You can check it out here:)
You can find other entries by clicking on the Blue Frog
The full cherry blossom trees always create a tryst for the visitors. The branches are strong and rich with color. The walk way, tucked beneath, is perfect for Friday night summer strolls or Autumn weddings. Won and Nochi have seized every opportunity to see this gorgeous piece of home.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder …. or does it? Is it the absence of another individual that strengthens love, with time? Or is it the choice to love from both individuals that sustains through distance and time?
When others die, they don’t return. Does this make our hearts less fond of him/her? Or is it the choice to hold on to the love and let go of the pain?
Absence may indeed make the heart grow fonder, but I believe it’s a deliberate choice to love that sustains the relationship. When someone truly understands what love is…. And what it feels like, … I don’t think someone would allow anything to interfer.
Thank you for accepting my invitation to join me for coffee and donuts. God knows I need this time, with other like-minded kindered hearts.
This is my first weekend doing a coffee share, so I want to introduce myself. I am Brandy; but, my writing alas is MoonChild Nova or Nova. I want to use that with my writing friends; but, either is fine. I am an Empath, and an INFJ personality type… So I function more on the emotions spectrum than the logic. I love nature, coffee, writing, the arts, basketball, photography, and lots of other things. I’m a mother of a two and a half-year old, and a five and a half year old.
My first story I want to share with you actually took place today. My younger daughter, Calandra, visits her dad on the weekend, so my older daughter and I have quality time together. Today, I decided we were going to the park and collect acorns to bring home for the squirrels here. Here are a few photos of the jewels she and I found(。♥‿♥。)
Just as I finished up picking acorns from a second tree, I heard an animal cry. It was a little squarel. I hadn’t ever heard such a sound before. I turned around and started toward the car and noticed this:
MASSIVE BIRD!! ＼(◎o◎)／ I was shocked!!
Anyway, I’m excited to hear from you lovelies and getting to know you:)
( This post is linked to Eclectic Alli and the #WeekendCoffeeShare)
” I believe, in the center of it all, all that lives, all that grieves, and all that matters… In the center of all the hate, the unexpected blessings, and the prayers unanswered.., in the sunrises and early birds’ song, in the second guessing, second chances, and second half of life…love is all one sees. Love is what makes everything and anything “be”💕
For my family, the playground is a popular place. It’s nice to head there on an early evening and watch the kids all play together. Summer afternoons are especially fun. Mommy loves when the girls burn off stream and sleep well.
I also chose this photo because it’s “before” and ” the past “. So often, individuals visit the past for answers to current questions. Families may revisit the past to remember memories of a lost loved one. Those who are in therapy, or journal will reread entries, to find patterns, triggers, and evaluate improvement.
The dense fog made it difficult to navigate. She walked slower, reinforcing her stability with her staff. Somewhere along the trail, she took a very wrong turn. Unfortunately, is been an approximate 35 minuets since anyone has known of her whereabouts… Or she of anyone’s! Trying so hard to keep calm, she continued to walk along the river. From Geography class, she remembered that rivers run North to South. Not her preferred solution, to hike the longest trail home, but the influence of the weather is removing most options. Disgusted by the whole situation, she noted, ” Buy a freaking compass soon!”
This is so therapeutic! I love digital coloring and creativity. I really enjoy doodling and crafting with my hands, too. This is suppose to be Halloween-ish! LOL. Is there anyone else that really enjoys these adult coloring books /apps?