It’s interesting, this life I have now. It’s mostly the same every day, and I don’t keep track of it like I used to, when I had a purpose. I’m not complaining, I am a lucky person and I have everything I need and people who love me.
However, prices are a common complaint and I agree. I used to be vocal about T and the outrageous problems he has created and now I’m more settled, realizing I really can’t do anything about it, except vote but here where I live, it is a drop in the bucket. No one wants to hear what they already know. Sounding like I have a black cloud hovering, I am offering a song by “Three Dog Night”…Have a great weekend!
I’ve been spending a lot of time lately trying to weed the gardens around my house. By the time I finish my daily stint, I usually have dirt on my hands and under my fingernails. Along the way, I uncover worms that seem startled by the light, insects that scurry off to find a new hiding place, and a house wren who scolds me endlessly because she has taken up residence in the birdhouse nearby. Then there are the thorny plants that leave me bleeding when I grab them without paying attention—and make me wish I’d worn the gardening gloves I bought but rarely use because they’re so clumsy and awkward.
All of this got me thinking about gardens, dirt, worms, roots, weeds, and the many things that lie beneath the surface.
You can take this prompt literally and write about gardening or the natural world. Or you can use these images as metaphors for growth, change, discovery, hidden truths, difficult work, things that need tending, or anything else they inspire.
Wherever your imagination takes you, I hope you’ll dig around a bit and see what you uncover.
Form: Any form
Length: Up to 14 lines
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“Come here, Captain!” Julie saw her big companion, a Newfoundland, leapfrog over the counter and sit in front of the pharmacist, who often gave Captain treats. Julie, waiting to refill a prescription at Costco, must have loosened her grip on the leash. Since becoming a widow, Captain was her constant friend and protector. Julie shopped for everything there because it had special dog shampoo, anagram puzzle booklets, and even a bakery!
Joe looked lovingly at the mountain range. It would not be long before he would be traversing them again. California was loved by many, but his home was Colorado. The highway was bleak, but that would soon change and the green range of the San Juans would be showing. New Mexico is not all a boring beige, but that’s the feeling he gets through these long stretches. Soon the landscape will brighten, not only in scenery, but his spirit of going home.
I wonder if you are old enough to remember this song. I still think of it with affection today. I used to wake my kids with this once in a while, but usually I turned their lights on and yelled “up and at em!” Either way I was singing this song this morning and realized it’s lacking in lyrics but the first few words are enough for me. I feel it is a “loving” song. Oh well, another day in nostalgia.☺️
The Bag Lady 
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