Winter’s Day

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

Fiction Friday: Stolen by the Storm

Friday Fictioneer challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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a creekbed with a bridge over it; recent rains left twigs, branches and lots of trash under the bridge. Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Sandra Crook

Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Sandra Crook

Stolen by the Storm

Lindy knew what the creek bed would look like, under the bridge: rocks, branches, trash. She filled several bags with plastic bottles, broken toys, torn clothing, and any metal objects she could find.

In her shop, she built the trash into treasure, naming each piece “Stolen by the Storm” with the storm’s date. Lindy sold every piece she ever made, wondering if any buyers recognized some of the scrap components as their own. Did they purchase the artwork out of guilt, then, or were they happy to find a piece of their life that the storm had taken from them?
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