The sounds of corn stalks rustling in the breeze is familiar to the humans that live in the area. It is a typical fall sound that doesn’t gain too much attention. However, in the fields the scarecrows grow restless with anticipation because for them that soft muffled crackling sound means that it is almost time… Continue reading Scarecrow Sweepstakes
Leaf Mould Mud in the spring, its my favourite thing. But leaves in the fall, I love them all! Crispy and crunch and racked into piles by the end of my driveway I can see leaves for miles and miles. By Shari Marshall – 2019 Originally posted on September 25, 2016 but I had written… Continue reading Re-blog: Leaf Mould
6 Word Fall Crisp air and pumpkin spice latte. By Shari Marshall – 2019
No longer clinging; time stops for the briefest of moments then it is just happening. Wrapped completely in a feeling of weightlessness the air swoops under and around as it grasps, twists and pulls. The path down isn’t straight and it isn’t a plunge. Instead it’s a journey up and over air currents. It’s a… Continue reading The Path of the Leaf
She blew in on a spring breeze bringing sunshine and warmth to any space she visited. She was a continuous smile and she had an uncanny ability to gift meaning and memories individually; special in her own way to everyone. She was giving but wanted nothing in return. She knew when to retreat and allow… Continue reading Summer’s Personality
The way the mind stores information has always been a passion of mine since I was a child because I learned that my mother’s consciousness never rested. I remember waking to the sound of a startled cry. The dark enveloping me with its cold emptiness. I would peer into the night with frightened eyes and… Continue reading Rest
Photo prompt: I hope you will join in and leave a link to your own post in the comment section below. Melting Tommy was excited about the crayons he bought. He had created so many pictures with his last box that his crayons were small pieces and many were to tiny to handle limiting his… Continue reading Melting
I came across this image on an old postcard while I was sorting through some miscellaneous papers. The image is a 1979 photograph by Terry Deroy Gruber called Taxicat. I thought it would make a wonderful photo prompt. I hope you will join in and leave a link to your own post in the comment… Continue reading Cat in the Back Window
blinking, am I like her? silently, little girl where’s your mommy? peeled labels on the kitchen floor leading backwards in my memory, swirled and intermingled, we are one little girl * * * She always wanted to do right by me. She took me and left my… Continue reading Accompanied by Violent Twists
The floor tasted like chocolate. It was a pleasant surprise considering the nastier things I had been anticipating! Anticipating? Now there’s a word. Finding myself here, doing this was the last thing I would have predicted for my future. The morning started like any other. I remember getting out of my bed and stretching toward… Continue reading During Sleep
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 