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Happy Saint Patrick's day

 

Why does the dog always steal the show?

 

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My head is indeed getting full of stuff Mr. Bradbury.

reading and reading

 

But yesterday it was 73 outside

so....I was outside cleaning up the garden

oh what good medicine for the soul and body

The smell of the air.......

the sound of robins chirping in the trees

the feel of the warmth of the sun on my skin

the taste of memories as I entered the zone

while working...I visited my grandfather's garden in my mind

the remembered smell of manure

and marigolds

I was taken back to a trip to Michigan

when I was so very tiny

but I remember the tall flowers, taller than me

the ducks walking around quaking

a rooster crowing

the warmth of the sun

All this roused by being in the garden

 

But today I am back inside...high winds and cool temperature

 force me to get back to writing my story of the week---

.......Somehow an apartment building came to mind......

it's about a man who goes downstairs to tell his neighbor who lives just below him

that her singing of show tunes at 6am are driving him crazy

When she opens the door to him

he sees the likes of Ruth Gordon

 

This is going to be a funny story

for sure......so back to work

I feel the story rising to be worked on