While I’m working on my knitted cowls and caps (discovering that I can’t consistently count to 5 or 6 for knitting or purling), I’m hanging out with a group of accomplished knitters who know what they are doing. From my skill level, knitting socks looks and sounds like rocket science. I’ll have to learn to count before I attempt anything like these.
Socks from knitters at Ply! Yarn Shop in Wimberley, Texas
I hope Mother Nature isn’t fooling around with us. Our Lady Banks roses are in full bloom. They usually bloom in mid-March. A late, hard freeze would be devastating.
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
On The Other Side
Sally asked her mother where the sky started. Carol said, “On the other side of the clouds.”
“What’s on the other side?”
Carol wasn’t sure how to respond. Sometimes kids just wanted a simple answer, sometimes they wanted more. She opted for the simple answer. “More sky, more clouds. Stars, at night.”
“Where are the stars now?”
“Sleeping. The stars rest during the daytime.”
“I’m going to go touch the clouds.” Sally ran off towards the trees. Carol knew her daughter would do just that: climb the tallest tree, reaching up as far as she could, then reach some more.
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Lego is releasing a set of Women of NASA figures. This story is in honor of Sally Ride and all women who reach up.
To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
This is our back door. (Ahem.) We’ve always had dogs (Labrador Retrievers and some mixed breed rescues) and over the years a few of them figured out how to let us know they were ready to come back inside: they scratched the door. Scratched it right down to the metal that started to rust. Dogs are quick to pick up habits that favor them and this one did. They scratched, I opened the door. Who says I’m not trainable?
Thursday is for doors over at Norm 2.0. (The doors I usually post are a lot cleaner than this one. Oh, well.)
Artists are interesting, aren’t they? Someone thought of creating a pine cone in a pumpkin shape. Or a pumpkin with a pine cone shell.
I borrowed this Pumpkin Pine Cone from Pat. (Fortunately for me, she lets me borrow a lot of objects to photograph. The two small pine cones are mine.) When I looked at the image on the computer screen, I noticed I didn’t quite get all of it in focus. Oh, well, better luck next time; I’ve already given the Pumpkin Pine Cone back to Pat.
