Tuesday, March 17, 2015

O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A


 
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
 
 
 
 
 
 

13 comments:

  1. oh I bet you could turn some of those memories into a story as well...
    cute st pats pics....I could use a little funny as well...smiles.

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  2. Oh, the gardens of my memories -- my grandmothers cutting garden -- mainly gerbera daisies, the vegetable garden in out back yard with giant collards that were perfect for hiding Easter eggs (it was Florida), a garden down the street full of sweet peas . . .

    I love the sound of the story you're working on!

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  3. Lovely memories Suz! Good luck with the writing!

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  4. Are you going to post your story?

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  5. Happy Belated St. Patrick's Day to you! Are those little Leprechauns your grandchildren? I love how being in the yard brought back such wonderful childhood memories! When we were kids, we were outside all the time. Great times!

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  6. Would love to read that story! The kids are so cute!!!

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  7. Love to read what you are writing about! And look at those little ones...Finn is getting so big! WhaT CUTIES!

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  8. Because it's a dalmation? I don't know why, but we all seem to adore dalmations more than any other. I think it might be their happy polkadots.

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  9. What a lovely post, Suz! Smell is one of the most evocative of of the senses-- and you evoke it so well!

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  10. i am imagining as i am reading. awesome! cute pics too...

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  11. "The remembered smell of manure and marigolds"...a vivid image...lovely and lyrical

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