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I miss the shades of green of Ireland and the Midwest. Here in California, the color green is not the same as those lush places. This photo caught me with its mossy green, the curve of the boughs, the girth of the trunks...I want to be right there.
Tomorrow I will post my fiction story on this oak grove. Please be sure to visit the following sites:
Julie from
Empty Nest Insider
Amy from
That Amy Saia
Danielle from
Sweet Tea Reads
Elephants Child from
Elephant's Child
Susan from
thecontemplativecat
and Arleen from
Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybe
Austan's SpaceEmpty Nest Insider
Amy from
That Amy Saia
Danielle from
Sweet Tea Reads
Elephants Child from
Elephant's Child
Susan from
thecontemplativecat
and Arleen from
Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybe
An ancient grove of oak trees lining a path--do you want to walk beneath them? What would you see and hear? Who planted these oaks in a line? How old are they, do you reckon?
Writers will have all week to consider what they want to write. It can be prose, poetry, long, short, fiction, non fiction. Work can be posted at any time. We have no schedules to keep, no rules to follow except that someone needs to post a photo on Monday.
Write a quick flash fiction using this photo as your inspiration. What is keeping you from doing this?? Go, now, quickly, while the green flows around you!
