A Garden Contest – Pictures of my Garden

A little while back, I promised some of my blogging buddies that I would upload some recent pictures of my garden. I hope you enjoy the view (s).

Today’s word of the Day is Garden, so I thought I would repost this:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/08/23/garden/

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This picture above shows some very moody looking clouds coming my way. You can also see the magnolia in flower, and my efforts to try to re-establish the lawn after my ravenous chickens had rather decimated it.

I think this picture makes a good entry for CalmKate’s challenge, see link below:

Friday Fun – clouds

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I was thinking rather carefully

whether I should apply to enter,

a garden contest, locally,

at the community centre.

Would It stand a chance of winning?

would I be laughed at to the exit?

after all the grass is thinning,

I sent my chickens to inspect it.

It would make my worries double,

instead, I’ll sit and think this through,

Rather than take on all that trouble.

My chickens think so too.

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I hope you enjoyed my poem, and this journey through my garden.

Happy Sunday 🙂

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/01/contest/

FOWC with Fandango — Double

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/01/rdp-saturday-view/

Multiple word prompt story – So Much Potential

This story was written in response to the following word prompts:

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/17/fowc-with-fandango-present/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/17/rdp-47-clouds/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/17/your-daily-word-prompt-immortal-july-17th-2018/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/17/three-things-challenge-17-july-2018/

Today’s things are: calendar, knee, jeep 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/17/potential/

 

Sebastian woke up to the sun streaming into the room through a gap in the curtains. Dust motes floated and glinted in that bright beam of light. The room was already getting too hot to bear.

Wiping the sleep out of his eyes and the sweat from his brow, Sebastian walked into his en-suite shower-room, removing his boxer-shorts on the way. The Minty fragranced shower gel gave a brief sensation of coolness and it felt good to get rid of that dirty sweaty feeling that seemed to cling to him after a night of trying to sleep in that unrelenting heat. Stepping out of the shower, the heat seemed to dry him off even before he reached for a towel and began rubbing it over his toned and tanned body. He ran a comb through his floppy blonde hair and already spotted a bead of sweat developing on his forehead. ‘Will this incessant heat-wave ever end?’ he thought to himself. Grabbing a clean but cool linen shirt from the wardrobe he stretched and let it drop onto his arms and rest on his shoulders. He only did up two of the buttons, then he sat down on the bed, opened the bedside cabinet draw and pulled on a pair of loose underpants, then a pair of shorts. Jumping up, he was ready for the day. He looked at the Calendar on the kitchen wall. It was August the 14th. He pulled down the previous months page, then the next. He found the date that was ringed, June the 3rd. The last day they’d had rain.

Continue reading Multiple word prompt story – So Much Potential

Cloud Gazing

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2018/06/17/clouds/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/06/17/moiety/

 

Clouds are so ephemeral and intangible and yet they are so important.

A sky without clouds just looks so naked and bare.

The clouds bring the promise of a change in the weather. They bring the much needed rain to areas that need it so desperately you could say they bring life to dying lands.

I remember as a young lad, idling away precious hours just laying on my back on a grassy lawn and looking up at white clouds as they drifted across the sky. They made shapes in the sky and it was fun to imagine the animals, people and countries that these shapes resembled as they split and broke up into smaller parts. A moiety of the cloud, a smaller, lesser fragment would drift and form something else or eventually just evaporate into nothingness.

I don’t have time for those simple moments of idleness. Time gets shorter the older you get and somehow life is too precious now to just lay and look at formless clouds.

A moment of cloud gazing is a precious moment indeed.