Saturday Centus...

The prompt this week is:  It was only ninety-eight cents...

Number of words: 98 EXACTLY including the 5 words of the prompt.
Style of writing: Any so long as the total word count is EXACTLY 98 words

I borrowed Ms Jenny's picture.

Saving up, she raked Mrs. Abernathy’s yard for a quarter, walked Joe’s dogs for ten cents and picked bugs from the garden for a penny a piece only finding seventeen. She kept counting, hoping she’d earn enough.

Mr. Watson paid her twenty-six cents to weed his flowers.

It certainly was hard for a seven-year-old to find work. On her last day, she washed a car for twenty cents.

Rushing to the store the porcelain figurine remained, a gift for Mom. Money was counted. It was only ninty-eight cents. The shop keeper never mentioned the item was one dollar.

Pursuing The Pot of Gold...

We dream of finding the Leprechaun, capturing him and tricking him out of his pot of gold.  Normally located at the end of a rainbow, we need assistance extracting the little fellow's secret location of his golden treasure.

Alas, I have captured no Leprechaun, nor seen any signs of one so I shall have to pursue Farm Gold, Spring Gold and Nature's Bounty.  In lieu of this legendary treasure, I share the beauty of Creation. 

Nature's Bounty is a far greater treasure than any legendary pot of gold.  I gift you spring flowers.

Happy St Patrick's Day!

Reflection...

Been reflecting on reflections,

What kind of image do we cast?

Nature duplicates her beauty in reflections.

Do we do the same?  I like to think my interaction with people reflects the true picture of who I am and not the image you would see in a Fun House mirror.

I could reflect on affect and effect effectively but instead I'll share some beautiful reflections.

Have a wonderful day.

Andrew Plays...



I will be boring you with pictures and tales of his performance, so get ready.  I don't know how to download movies quickly or I would be doing that Saturday night, too. Look out!

I'm so lucky to have three wonderful, handsome talented grandsons...they take after me, ya know.

Rows...

Oriental words and birds,

flowers, beaks and toes.

One painting holds many rows.

Ancient law books,

very old,

and future flowers

make my rows.

Go see Pat and visit the list

of others who line up things like this.