Carrot Ranch Literary Community: February 6: Story Challenge in 99-words #99WordStories

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February 6, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story as a love letter to nature. You could reach back to more pastoral times of writing or enter into the future. Who is writing the letter — an ant or an aunt? Is it a lifetime of love or eons? 

So long since last you were here.

The memory of warm summer days

grow dim as our patience thins.

brave new shoots compete with bitter frosts.

cruelly bitten for their haste

their dreams are on hold, ours yet to be born.

Mother Nature sleeps

Her time will come when the warmth.

Of the sun reaches down into the soil

Visions of rainbow hues

Hold back the silver ice.

Its days are numbered.

Packets of seeds promise the moon.

My fingers itch to ready the pots.

And dream of glory’s fragrance

Days of sunshine fill our days.

With sweet expectation…


Lynn’s Tuesday Picture Prompt Week 32

Our Week 32 picture is pretty much what it shows. An old derelict piano in the snow. If I remember correctly, Lynn snapped the picture near the hamlet of Washago.

Glen is the host of LTPP

Summer months, we played outside.
That old time rock and roll
Our snow bleached piano, snow covered now.
Empty wooded seat waiting
A monument to a time gone by
When having fun cost nothing
When neighbours came carrying food
At the sound of the keys
We played into the night.
With fire bright, under a starlit sky
If you could hear that old piano now
The sound would be a sigh.
A wish blown on to the breeze.
For warm hands to play its keys once more…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Four Seasons: Summer


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Summer is here, calling you to tend the garden, should you be lucky enough to have one. If not, the parks are full of new blooms, new things to see maybe for the first time. It could be that Spring renews the way we see things. We spot something and wonder why we didn’t give it much thought before.

Summer is a time for holidays, or staying at home, put your feet up and catch up on things left undone. Long walks, going to the park, holding hands with someone you love. No need to talk, you are one with each other. Remember these moments when life sticks a pin in your balloon.

As for myself, I love spotting all the tiny growths on neighbouring garden walls, the little pink and white flowers that make me smile as I pass by.

Anita Dawes 2018