Ah tole you! We done missed the bus cause you doin that shuffle ‘long two step. Dad burned younguns! Lissasue! Stand up straight, now y’hear? Ima sit raht here and rest mah dogs.
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Written for the trifextra challenge – 33 words using the above picture as the launch point. These are mine – where are yours?
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August 2nd, 2013 / Categories: Family, Moose Nuggets, talkin' to mahself, trifecta, words /
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July 30th, 2013 / Categories: Family, Hear Me, I wanna go home!, inspiration, trifecta /
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When Granny died, and after we had all cried, we trooped to the attic seeking the treasure chest. It was a simple and plain pine box, but special because Pappy had made it for her.
“My hope chest†she’d called it. She used to open it, if we’d been ‘specially good, and let us peek inside.
We’d try on her gauzy dresses. “From the olden days,†she’d croon. “Your Pappy and Granny could surely cut a rug back then.â€
She’d let us hold Pappy’s gold pocket watch. “Gave him that the day we jumped the broom, I did.â€
She allus called us her “packa youngunsâ€.
“Remember to love each other, take care of each other. You need to band together. You are stronger together than you are by yourselves. That’s how Pappy and I were. I swan, when I lost him I lost some of my stren’th.â€
Then, she’d close up the treasures again with a sigh and we’d go down to the kitchen for cookies and milk.
And now Granny’s gone on to dance again with Pappy. She left us with a smile on her face, and her hair? I’d a-sworn she was wearin’ a halo the way her hair glowed.
The old house had been left to the pack. We left the hope chest there in the attic. It was nice to know we could still find Granny and Pappy whenever we wanted.
photo from Adirondack Furniture
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Written for trifecta’s challenge – BAND. These are my words . . . where are yours?
July 28th, 2013 / Categories: Alaska, I wanna go home!, Moose Nuggets, poetry, trifecta /
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I turn towards Redoubt
Rising pinkly against blue sky
The tide rolls in
The silver of dip nets
Sparkle with water drops
Then a cry triumphant
Rings out against the dawn
FISH ON!
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For three weeks in July the mouth of the Kenai River boils with red salmon. Fish and Game opens a subsistence style fishery for Alaskans. I’ve been following it with pictures on facebook. The above is written for the weekend Trifecta challenge of COLOR.
I stand
At the edge of the water
Ring of flowers drifting
My aloha to you
Ending this stage of our
Lives
I will always love you
Miss you forever
My only love
Photo from photo bucket
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written for the trifextra weekend challenge . . . use their three words (ring, water, stage) and add 30 more for a perfect trifecta of 33 words. These are mine . . . where are yours?
She flapped her arms as the cloud of insects swarmed over her head. “Miserable beasts!”
Derek hid a smile. This was the first crack in Katherine’s armor he’d ever seen.
Surprisingly, fishing had been her idea. He was country; loved to fish and hunt. Katherine had grown up in a more urban setting; loved frou-frou things like mani-pedis.
When she suggested they head to the Russian River to fish he simply said, “I’ll get the gear ready. Pack a lunch will you?â€
Mosquitoes outnumbered salmon as they packed to leave.
“Can we come back sometime?”
“For you, my Katie love, anything!”
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The fish are in, the fish are in, the fish are in! Craziness has settled onto “the Kenai” because the fish are in.
This post is written in response to TWO prompts . . . aren’t I just the adventurous one???? The trifecta editors asked for CRACK and Velvet Verbosity asked for FLAPPED.
Thank you to the editors at trifecta who chose my 3 Little Words as the top finisher. It is my first FIRST place! I am honored.
And, just for VV whose McShirty has just undergone hip surgery, and who wanted a margarita emailed . . . I hope this will help:
