Winter’s Day

Posted on December 21, 2014 by treshabarger

First day of winter. And, as the song goes (California Dreaming by The Mamas and the Papas), the leaves are brown, the sky is grey.

This little oak tree keeps all its leaves up until the last minute. I’ll try to remember to check it each day to see when the “last minute” is.

An oak tree in the winter with all its leaves and they are all brown

Brown leaves

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In contrast, this Burr Oak tree has lost most of its leaves. The two photographs were taken yesterday, just a few minutes apart.

A burr oak tree with only a few leaves left in the winter and a grey sky

Grey skies

Neighbors

Posted on December 20, 2014 by treshabarger

Some of my neighbors. Don’t think they have any sugar I can borrow.

Several head of cattle resting near a barbed wire fence

Just relaxing

Fiction Friday: Family Reunion

Posted on December 19, 2014 by treshabarger

The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer photo prompt. Copyright Douglas M MacIlroy

Family Reunion

Good, a nice crunchy cockroach. I hope it will be enough for the family reunion. I can’t remember who all is coming. Let’s see, 175 of my children, 327 grandchildren and 809 great-grandchildren. All those munchkins! I’m just going to call everyone Sweetie and Honey.

Guess it’s too much to expect everyone to behave for a few hours. Sheila won’t; she kills and eats her husband soon after they arrive; it’s always so embarrassing. (A new husband each year, too. Where does she find them?) The kids run all over, ripping up my web and then . . .

Oh, there’s the doorbell!
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