Old and New, Together

Posted on March 24, 2015 by treshabarger

Not all trees go bare in the winter. Some keep their leaves and needles, not letting go until the new growth is established.

Green and copper

Pink and green (new growth) and brown (old leaf)

Pink, green, and brown

Fiction Friday: Not That Easy

Posted on March 13, 2015 by treshabarger

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Sandra Crook

Not That Easy

“I can’t just go walking up to it in the middle of the day and retrieve the gun, Ted. It’s not that easy. How was I supposed to know it was going to be cleaned up and opened to the public as a park. Yes, I know which tree it is. Don’t worry. I’m almost there. Everyone should be at home now, keeping warm.”

Coming out of the copse, Seth stopped at the bridge, silently staring at the stump where the tree used to be.

“Seth,” Ted’s tiny voice came out of the cell phone. “Do you have the gun?”
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New Growth

Posted on March 9, 2015 by treshabarger

Our Bradford Pear is starting to bloom.

Delicate

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New growth on one of our Italian Stone Pine trees.

Italian Stone Pine

Monday Up Close

Fiction Friday: Touching the Sky

Posted on March 6, 2015 by treshabarger

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Erin Leary

Touching the Sky

“I don’t see the resemblance,” the mushroom said. “The pinecone doesn’t look like you.”

“Not now,” replied the fence, “but eventually it will grow into a tree, just like I was.”

“What happened to you?” the mushroom asked. “Why are you naked?”

“Don’t get me started,” the fence said, wincing. “In 50 years that pinecone will be a tree so tall it will block the sun.”

The fence and the mushroom were quiet, in contemplation. For the mushroom, the thought of 50 years was unfathomable, but the fence had fond memories of wind in its branches, of touching the sky.
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