The Darling Bugs of May

The sun was out, the air was warm, more flowers had opened - this time the tulips I had planted around the base of the old oak tree.



See the bug? Cute little guy. :-)

Who in their right mind could think that a regular day was in order? So instead, we went with this:







I spread an old blanket under the oak tree and proceeded to read them the rest of Book One of Tales from the Odyssey followed by all of books 2 and 3. Prawn and Gogo didn't hang on every word, but I always let that sort of thing slide.



We had some other interested listneners. I think they were hoping for shipwrecked carcasses.





I suggested thrashing about on the grass and then playing dead to see what would happen, but none of the kids went for it.

There is a rule of picture-taking that goes like this: the more people you put in the picture, the harder it is to get them to all look their best at once.

Say "fleas!"






Flash fiction:

Return To Sender




She stared at the plate for a long moment, pondering all the futures it held in its fragility. She glimpsed the possibilities that were no more; the slices of anniversary cake – white with red roses – that it would never hold. She thought about how she would never look up across the table and see his face above this plate. And even though she'd made the right decision, even though this plate might someday have been lying broken at her feet, flung in anger or smashed out of spite, she allowed a single tear to drop and shatter against the glass.

This one was inspired by Hemingway's 6 word Flash Fiction "For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn." and by a Google search for "yellow" which yielded this picture.