My apologies, this post is going to be short and sweet. And probably full of mistakes. Wi-fi is non existent and cellular service comes and goes on a whim. And I am loving every minute of it!
I did not think I was going to make this weeks Flash challenge but I managed. Barely.
The July 9th prompt from Charli is to write 99 words, no more, no less, a story about water.
A Stormy Dance
The waltz of the storm raced along the curvy paths, cutting a new trail with a torrential wet force. It looked as though a thick, gray blanket fell from the sky, covering the mountains from sight. Lightening danced to and fro from the clouds, wreaking havoc wherever it’s electrified slashes touched. The musical tune, played by the thunder, boomed across the peaks as it kept the beat.
It was coming my way. There was no where to go. I watched. Waited. Thirsty. Panic and hunger battled inside me for I would live or die.
Because a plant can’t run.
So how did I do?
I cannot believe it is Thursday night already. This week seems to have sped by. This year seems to be flashing by. We realized today that there are only three more weeks left of school. At first my son was yes, then he realized that he would be stuck with me everyday. (It’s probably a bad thing to taunt your child with the fact that they are stuck hanging out with you, but it’s fun.)
Back to it being Thursday… This week has been a great week really.
Lots of writing got done; I think I am in the middle of writing a short story. I am not 100% sure yet, but it has the feel of being a short story. Ha, like I would know what a short story would feel like, I have never written one of those either. My writing style leans more towards the book word count of 50k or more. So look at me go, trying my hand at a short story! As long as I finish writing it, then I really don’t care what it wants to be. Finishing. That was/is my New Year’s Resolution. Finish what I start. So far, I am struggling with that. But I have faith that I will conquer my goals.
My daughter and I spent lots of time in the garden. With the scorching 90 degrees this week, my little green sprouts tried to wilt up and die on us. We sprayed those suckers down like there was no tomorrow, several times a day. I am determined to have something grow to its full ripeness so that she can actually understand what it is she is doing out there. Now all I have to do is fight the scorching sun, hungry bugs and evil neighborhood cat (from rolling around in my garden bed) then maybe my little sprouts will have a chance. Right now the grape tomato plants is so full of baby green tomatoes that it can barely hold itself upright. My Bell peppers look like they have teeny tiny peppers coming in. And FINALLY one of my cucumber plants have flowered! (Just my luck, the one vegetable that I enjoy has only one flower. I am allergic to raw tomatoes and I am not a big fan of bell pepper.)
This week also included lots of cooking. Cooking, for me, is almost as important and scary as my writing is. I’ve never been very good at it. And since I became a full time stay at home mom last August, my daughter and I have been practicing our skills in the kitchen. We are getting there. Though, I am not sure I qualify as a good cook just yet either. My husband says I am awesome, but I am pretty sure that he has to say that. It’s like in the small fine print on the marriage license. He has never once said my cooking has been terrible, not even this one time when I made Philly cheese-steak eggrolls and he slipped his under the table and threw it out when I wasn’t looking. (What I made was baaaaaad so I can’t really blame him.) But that has been a while back now. Eventually I might get more comfortable with this cooking bit and post some pics and recipes for what all we make. One day.
Well I hope everyone had a great week too!
Till next time, AJP
It has been almost two weeks since I planted my seeds and transplants into my little garden. And for almost two weeks, every evening -and mornings since my husbands as been on vacation this week – my family goes to the garden to see if anything has changed in the dirt. Of course we have been disappointed each time, which is expected seeing as how I JUST put everything into the dirt. (We might lack a bit of patience…)
So when on Wednesday morning we found bits of green popping up from the soil, we all danced and cheered and our neighbors now think we are crazy. (Ha, who am I kidding. They’ve known we are crazy for quite some time.) Well by the end of the day we realized our mistake. I had successfully grown several cute weeds, ugh.
Not wanting to be fooled again, we have spent the past few days with our faces within inches of the soil. Watching. Waiting. Cause darn it, if the evil weeds grew in a little over a week, then the actual intentional plants should be growing too!!
After all of the hard work of watching and waiting (hmm, maybe the neighbors might be onto something with this crazy notion), we finally had a sprout!
Then another. And another. Lots of another’s. Like all at once.
We’ve got cucumbers, green beans, carrots, green onions, even our grape tomato plant flowered finally! Take that black thumb.
I might need a bigger garden…
baby green beans