The exercise:
Write about: a tree.
Cathedral Grove was very busy today, but still worth giving the boys an opportunity to see some big, big trees.
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Sunday December 21st, 2014
The exercise:
Write about: the tree.
Hmm, Christmas is suddenly four days away. That doesn't seem right.
Looking forward to the arrival of Max's cousin Natalie tomorrow morning, along with her mom. Her grandma isn't going to be joining them, as she's quite unfortunately come down with a cold. I'm sad that she won't be with us for the holidays, but appreciate that she didn't want to infect all of us who would have been in close quarters with her.
The Christmas tree was put up and decorated this morning/early afternoon. Max was suitably excited.
If you're thinking to yourself, That seems like a pretty big tree, then, well, you're quite right. I'm impressed it only took me, Kat's dad, and Kat's brother to get it inside, upright, and stable.
Mine:
I don't like it here,
It takes up too much space
And it feels like it's
Always getting in my face.
And beside,
Trees are not meant
To be inside.
You think what you will,
That's entirely your right.
You can say that you love
The way it looks at night.
But to me
It hates being here and I think the
Squirrels agree.
Write about: the tree.
Hmm, Christmas is suddenly four days away. That doesn't seem right.
Looking forward to the arrival of Max's cousin Natalie tomorrow morning, along with her mom. Her grandma isn't going to be joining them, as she's quite unfortunately come down with a cold. I'm sad that she won't be with us for the holidays, but appreciate that she didn't want to infect all of us who would have been in close quarters with her.
The Christmas tree was put up and decorated this morning/early afternoon. Max was suitably excited.
If you're thinking to yourself, That seems like a pretty big tree, then, well, you're quite right. I'm impressed it only took me, Kat's dad, and Kat's brother to get it inside, upright, and stable.
Mine:
I don't like it here,
It takes up too much space
And it feels like it's
Always getting in my face.
And beside,
Trees are not meant
To be inside.
You think what you will,
That's entirely your right.
You can say that you love
The way it looks at night.
But to me
It hates being here and I think the
Squirrels agree.
Wednesday May 15th, 2013
The exercise:
Write about: the tree.
Max has kindly shared his cold with both Kat and myself. Generous little fellow, isn't he?
First morning of work with our farm intern went pretty well. Hoping I won't have to send her out to the garden on her own tomorrow morning because I'm stuck in bed.
Mine:
Roots twist and turn deep into the earth, searching for something long forgotten. Something secret. Something infused with old words and older magic.
Something best left undisturbed.
Still it reaches, safely out of sight. High above, in the warmth of the sun and shade of its boughs, children play and couples picnic. Laughter fills the air, tears slip from eyes, wine stains the ground.
Wait... no... who spilled the bottle? What fool gave this monstrous tree the power it needed to complete its search?
Too late... much too late. All that is left for us now is to pray.
And run.
Write about: the tree.
Max has kindly shared his cold with both Kat and myself. Generous little fellow, isn't he?
First morning of work with our farm intern went pretty well. Hoping I won't have to send her out to the garden on her own tomorrow morning because I'm stuck in bed.
Mine:
Roots twist and turn deep into the earth, searching for something long forgotten. Something secret. Something infused with old words and older magic.
Something best left undisturbed.
Still it reaches, safely out of sight. High above, in the warmth of the sun and shade of its boughs, children play and couples picnic. Laughter fills the air, tears slip from eyes, wine stains the ground.
Wait... no... who spilled the bottle? What fool gave this monstrous tree the power it needed to complete its search?
Too late... much too late. All that is left for us now is to pray.
And run.
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