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Friday, March 8, 2013

6 Word Memoir

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I have been taking full advantage of all the hopping going around amongst my fellow bloggers! I haven't been writing much lately but have been investing more time in reading. Blogging can sometimes seem to eb and flow. So, it's nice to be inspired by blog hop's that catch my attention. It's a way of getting to know other bloggers and contributing new material. 

This week's blog hop was inspired by my friend Corinne.  Participants were to write a six word memoir. If you are unfamiliar with what a six word memoir is you can read about them here.

This is my six word memoir.


What would be yours?

If you think of one feel free to share it in the comments section!

Be sure to check out my friend Irene's post on March 9th by visiting her blog here!

Saturday, March 2, 2013

100 Words on Saturday

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I am participating with other bloggers today in, "100 Words on a Saturday",  an event hosted by my friend Corinne. The objective is to write 100 words based on a prompt. Today's prompt is "lasting memory/ies".

I have many memories I would love to write about but I chose one that happened earlier this week when my son and I picked my daughter up from school for an afternoon walk in the woods. It has been very cold the last few weeks so it had been quite awhile since we last visited the trail. It was nice to see my daughter enjoy some fresh air after a long day inside at school.

Accompanied by my 100 words are pictures from that afternoon. I hope you enjoy!

Please feel free to share a lasing memory that you have in the comments section as well as any thoughts. Thank you!

I watch my children's awkward gait as their feet find random places to tread, trying hard not to slide on the uneven and slick surface of the trail. They scurry up the hills to build tiny faerie houses.



We stop to see the animals on the farm that rests peacefully beside the trail. They playfully toss snowballs at one another.  A peculiar sight no doubt for the animals  looking on.


Beauty shimmers everywhere.


We find leaves, stripped of color, translucent relics of last year’s glory.


When we reach the gravel parking lot we catch glimpses of heaven in muddy puddles.

Please feel free to share a lasing memory that you have in the comments section as well as any thoughts. Thank you!