The place where I went for the wildflower photography workshop has a frog pond. Most of my workshop photos are blurry (grrr!), but I managed a few that weren’t.






The place where I went for the wildflower photography workshop has a frog pond. Most of my workshop photos are blurry (grrr!), but I managed a few that weren’t.







The dry seed pod is Devil’s Claw (ibicella lutea).
I found some green stuff peeking up on the trail of a recent hike. Bluebonnets, already? On my drive to the hike, I also saw some Mountain Laurels in bloom (no photos, however, as Austin has a “no using hand-held devices while driving” law).

Bluebonnets

Looks like cilantro to me, but I wasn’t about to taste it to verify
We passed two ponds. You can see how the clouds changed in just a few minutes.
I’m not sure how this prickly pear cactus pad got separated from the plant, or how it managed to get lodged on the barbed wire fence.

Pad of a prickly pear cactus
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Roger Bultot
First Day
“What’s that white stuff?”
Aloe sighed, looking up at Orchid, his bloom newly opened. Aloe had been on that window sill for as long as she could remember. Orchid had been there a long time, too, but his memory faded each time his last bloom withered. He never remembered the snow, the rain, the sunshine. Today really is the first day of the rest of his life, Aloe thought.
With true kindness, Aloe said, “It’s snow,” and started to describe the weather and the world they would see pass by them as they looked out the window together, as always.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
