Every day, a photograph, a poem. Today this lovely scene seemed more like magic or pixie dust work, and so a poem –because during NaNoWriMo, pixies are always on my mind… [or in my mind?]
Overnight the fairy of the coldSheri Edwards
Changed the leaves from green to bold.
My CLmooc friends doodle every day. This month I doodle about my NaNoWriMo.
Joseph’s Map— what he found
I see I forgot to include the red lines — they are rock walls.
He looked back at the row of black stones that met the yellow boulder and followed the path with his eyes to the spot he was standing. Looking carefully, he could see that the path was actually a carefully constructed low herb garden, and around the slab were sprouts of the same rosemary newly planted at the dig— by someone unknown. Or some pixie, he thought.
He turned now to look straight ahead towards the river. Again, he could now see the small stone row headed towards the river. He followed, looking at each one, at least the parts showing. He paused at one to clean it off to see if the stones were etched in any way. “They are polished— or were,” he noted. As he reached within twenty feet of the edge of the bluff, prairie rose bushes surrounded the slight overlook ahead, forming a boundary. He stepped back and noticed that all along the edge— or at places that had not eroded, the rose bushes must have been planted as a hedge and barrier to prevent people from getting too close and falling off.
He kept walking straight ahead, wondering if he’d find a way through. As he approached, he noticed an arch of lilac bushes— and strangely, these bushes were still blooming, unheard of for any lilacs…Sheri Edwards
So Says the Moonstream
NaNoWriMo [National Novel Writing Month] –write at least 1667 words a day to reach 50,000 total words by November 30th — fifty thousand words of a novel.
My novels: Click for this blog’s NaNoWriMo posts and Click for AskWhatElse posts, and here– links to their Flickr albums: