Where’s a good place to put the rain gauge? Must be in a open area, somewhere level. How about a traffic cone!


Where’s a good place to put the rain gauge? Must be in a open area, somewhere level. How about a traffic cone!





We actually had some cold weather recently, with night temperatures into the 20s. I didn’t like it at all. So I dived into my fabric stash, found some jelly rolls and starting making quilt tops. I have quite a few of the 2.5-inch jelly rolls, so if it keeps being cold, I’ll keep sewing quilt tops.


The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
As Soon As Possible
Ah, true love: snuggling by the fire, cozy coffee mornings, decorating the Christmas tree while snowflakes fell softly. That’s what Shirley thought she signed on for.
Her first winter on the farm exposed the frailness of her white wonderland fantasies. But it was Steve’s home and where he was, she wanted to be.
Except Steve wasn’t here anymore. He up and died during that storm, leaving her trying to survive, alone, in this hostile environment.
One thing Shirley knew for sure: if this storm didn’t kill her as well, she and the ponies were heading south as soon as possible.
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This is my 125th Friday Fictioneer story. To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
Turns out the weather does change in a very short time. When we started our hike, no storm clouds were in sight. We were lucky and finished the hike before it rained.

At Commons Ford Ranch Metropolitan Park