The exercise:
Write about: a confession.
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: a murmuring mountain.
Because screw it, why not.
The exercise:
Write about: a roaring river.
Theme developing? Or just me being lazy?
Who's to say.
The exercise:
Write about: a whispering wind.
Miles is all the way better now, by the way. He was mostly in the clear over the weekend but he's back to full health again, I'm happy to report.
The exercise:
For the first time since we moved to Penticton, we got a babysitter for the boys this afternoon so that Kat and I could go for a hike together. Before we left Miles asked me to take pictures of everything we saw, so that he wouldn't miss out I suppose, so I ended up with a lot of pictures.
Which got me to thinking that it's been a bit since I last used the picture prompt. So... today, the below shot from our hike is your prompt:
The exercise:
Write four lines of prose about: the darkest hour.
Arrived at work this morning to find that the power was out. Only lasted another ten or fifteen minutes before it was restored, which was pretty impressive considering the cause.
The exercise:
Write two haiku about: searching.
Took a few tries to get the last bit of medication we needed for Miles, but I found a pharmacy that had it in stock eventually.
The exercise:
Write about: the infection.
Long day, ended with best possible news. Miles has a minor infection that should clear up in a couple of days, with a little medication to help things along.
The exercise:
We should check in with the Gazette to see what's been happening in East Wallingford before we get too far into the month.
So... let's do that.
The exercise:
Write about: the gift.
Finished putting together a raised bed in our backyard this evening. Just need to get some more soil and it'll be ready for vegetable seeds and seedlings.
Was meant to be a Mother's Day gift for Kat but didn't quite make the deadline. So instead it is a Day After Mother's Day gift.
The exercise:
Write about: new technology.
Got a FreeStyle Libre yesterday to test out for a couple of weeks. So far? It's nice to be able to test so easily without any finger pricks.
It is also a little odd to feel like I'm part robot.
The exercise:
Write a four line poem around the idea that: the only way out is through.
Hard to believe it's May already.