On my quarterly visit to the Texas Quilt Museum in La Grange, Texas, I always visit Grandmother’s Garden in the lot next door. We’re still having mild weather and a few flowers were blooming.
I love flowers with bees in them.
Our Gregg’s mistflower plants are blooming, making the butterflies happy.
A Queen butterfly
Falling Leaves
The forest isn’t silent, not really
Falling leaves twist in the wind
Crinkling as they descend
Their echoes bouncing from branch to branch
In a secret language of changing seasons, color
The pine needle floor fades my footfalls to
A whisper of a memory as the path behind disappears
In the diminishing sunlight
I understand how one gets lost in the forest
I know why one so chooses
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Sandra Crook
The Replacement
“I refuse to be associated with such a monstrosity! I will not be ridiculed!” Mario Tanassi, an architect, threw down the plans for the new turret, stomping out of the room.
A storm had blown down a tree that landed on the turret, necessitating its replacement. Marie Renzi, the homeowner, wanted to rebuild it using colored tiles in a pattern. She wanted to inject some artistic expression in her bleak environment.
The new architect, Giovanni Leone, had his doubts but did as she asked. The turret attracted attention from the very start. Signore Leone never wanted for work after that.
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