The wandering thoughts of a child of God, a wife, a mom to two theater lovin', homeschool graduates, one of which is a missionary wife soon bound for a foreign field far, far away, and a Grandma to the sweetest little girl ever! I'm a friend, a homemaker, a gardener, a woodwife of sorts, an aspiring herbalist, an artisan and crafter, the occasional writer of a fairytale or poem, lover of happy endings, somewhat of a hopeless romantic and a woman interested in traditional, sustainable skills.
Hats off to our writing host, Jenny Matlock for another simple yet challenging writing prompt for this week's Saturday Centus! Click on the button to the left to join the fun and share your own writing inspired by Jenny's weekly prompt. Today's prompt is in purple and the word limit is 100 additional words for a total of 106.
I'm continuing a story that I started here 6 months ago. If your new and would like to read what's happened so far, click HERE or on The Wall page above.
Here's this week's installment in the The Wall.
~Indignation and a host of other emotions flooded through me. Rushing out of the room, through the kitchen and down the garden path, I sat down under a tree, near the pasture fence, shaking with emotion. It was like not being able to find a lost child and wanting to hug and spank them all at the same time when they're found.
After relief finally won the battle, an eventual rumble in my stomach reminded me that I'd left before dinner. At the bar, in the pub, I ordered a sandwich. Someone slid onto the stool next to me.
In the spirit of the Thanksgiving season, our guide for this writing adventure, Jenny Matlock, has given us the opening to a well known Dutch hymn written by an unknown author circa 1597 as our prompt. Our word limit is 100 words plus the prompt for a total of 108. She's also allowing up to 3 pictures to illustrate our tale. If you'd like to join us, please click on the button at the left to visit Jenny's blog and post your own story inspired by this prompt or read what this beautiful hymn made others think of.
If you've been reading here, you know that I've been trying to carry on a story that just sorta grew from one of the first Saturday Centus prompts I participated in 24 weeks ago. We've been all over the place and it's been fun but challenging to tie it all together. If you want to read the story from the start, click here.
Before you read this week's entry, I'd like to take this space to say a big, "Thank you!" to all the folks who visit me and read my little story. It's wonderful to know that folks are enjoying the tale and your warm, friendly comments are such an encouragement to keep it going. I wish you all a very blessed Thanksgiving.
Much herbal love,
Last week, I was at the soccer field watching a new friend's game when I noticed a mysterious man across the field. He seemed to be watching me. There have been a lot of crazy things going on as I tried to unravel a mystery that involved my grandfather, his old trunk, his diary and a key I found in a rocky hiding place in the wall. There was something about this man...strange yet familiar...creepy! And the story goes on....
~The figure melted into the onlookers as quickly as he'd appeared. My heart raced but I couldn't decide if it was fear. In some strange way, I felt draw to him.
Matthew and his family invited me for Sunday dinner. As we joined hands around the table, the innkeeper led the family in prayer. "We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing..."
He was interrupted by a knock. Anna, his wife, moved to the door looking questioningly at her husband. He nodded to her, glancing anxiously at me. As the man entered the room, I wanted to flee but I was rooted to the spot...then I knew. ~
Here's it is, early Sunday morning, mid-November and I've done it again.
I've allowed a huge list of to-do items to pile up and now I don't know how I'll finish them in time.
Of course the annual paring of the to-do list will take place soon as the pressure builds and my priorities change in proportion to the time I have to accomplish them. It's crazy!
But, I will push ahead.
Yeah, it's officially time for the insanity that surrounds and, earlier each year, precedes the holiday season.
Just a few of the holiday activities we're hoping to enjoy include:
My daughter comes home from college for Thanksgiving. Haven't seen her since August! Please pray for safe journey home and back.
Extended family in for Thanksgiving and hunting season.
Hunting season ~ possible two weeks.
Hanging of the greens @ church and at home. Romeo and Juliet ~ my oldest daughter is Juliet's companion. We'll be traveling to VA for this one! So exciting! Wind in the Willows ~ my youngest daughter is playing Mole. She was the jailer's daughter but the fellow playing Mole left the production so she's taking his place. It's going to be a quick learn because the show is the first part of Dec. All that means she'll probably be at the theater every night from now until show.
Then it's back to VA to bring my oldest home from college for a month! Yippee!
Family and friends!!!
New Year's progressive dinner.
And a fun time until Goosie goes back to college in mid-January.
So, let the fun begin. I'll adapt to the most important chores and fly by the seat of my pants for the rest.
Hey, It's shortly after 6AM on Saturday morning and guess what I'm doing? I'm pondering a story for my weekly Saturday Centus prompted by Jenny Matlock. If you'd like to join the fun just click on the button @ the left.
If you've been here before, you know that I've been trying to keep a story going for the past 23 weeks. It's been so much fun! To read my story, which just so happened to start on a day when the prompt was about an ancient wall and 200 words long, you can visit The Wall page above or click HERE.
Jenny is being kind this week and our prompt is kinda a continuation from last week's picture prompt but from a different angle. Here's the photo. See player # 6? Today is her tale in 100 words or less. Here we go with the latest story within a story.
~ Across the circle was player #6, one of the tallest players on the team. Kinda quiet and a little more low key than some of the others, it seemed like there was something on her mind. Then I saw her raise her head slightly and peek at Tommy. He smiled and sorta waved at her. Her head popped up and the smile that lit her face was beautiful! This wasn't all about soccer, it was about finding yourself and realizing that someone else was noticing, too.
My scare from the night before seemed so far away...and then I saw him. ~
It's that time again! For today's Saturday Centus, Jenny's given us a picture prompt and a 100 word limit.
<<< Click on the button at the left to view the rules and read the other stories inspired by this photo. Join us as we write what we see from the second story window of the building in the back. Link up a story of your own.
Still trying to continue the story after my frightening experience at the old house, here's my next installment in the saga of The Wall.
~ Next day, the innkeeper's son, William, invited me to his soccer game. I'd had quite a scare and wanted to be with other people.
From the school window I watched the kids circle up for their pregame prayer. The goalie, a little girl in pink, stood at the center. I noticed the boy with the carrot top as he pushed his way between William and Tommy to stand by the little girl with the ponytail. She clenched her fist, stuck her tongue out at him, then looked adoringly at William. He stood a little taller and pretended not to notice. ~