Carrot Ranch

Short Story to Rouse your Imagination

Across the Water

Arriving finally at the shore of a large lake, the children were excited. “We can see all the way across the water,” they said!
“Look, see that home. It looks so tall and scary.”

“There is a footpath, and we can walk all around the lake to the other side; what an adventure. We will pack a lunch and go tomorrow.”

They followed the path the next day; within a few hours, they were in front of that large home, now looking across the water to where they came.

“Look! Across the water, there is that scary house again!”

#WDYS, WDYS

I See a Story — What do you see?

Keep it Alive!

Lately, I have been spreading my wings and trying to write short stories.
So I begin with this beautiful photo ABOVE.


One day an angel from heaven overheard a mother and her tiny child speaking as they walked through the forest.
"Do you see those beautiful rays flowing down from heaven upon God's earth?  Those are graces He gives us always, but sometimes like now, when the sun is waking up and peeking through the clouds and trees, we can see those graces.  Yes, they flow down, but I feel like they can be thought of as a ladder-like daddy has to climb up.  Up, up if only we could, like the birds we would see so far overall these treetops."
The little angel was so happy to listen; the angel flew back to tell God how much they appreciated Him and His gift of grace. 
God said, "If only the entire world could be so wise.  Peace would be the reward."  
Cee's challenge

Anyone for images of Landscapes and/or Fields

CBWC

Anytime I want to find a place for great pictures I just walk around the acres of land near and through Mount St. Michael, a Traditional Catholic parish, here in Spokane.

Turkeys run wild all around the Mount, here is a capture I took with their family and friends.

Hey! Conservatives, don’t let the turkeys get you down! (the devil made me say that!)

Next my landscape, also within the park-like grounds of Mount St. Michael, inviting all to browse the mysterious path to who knows what is beyond the gateway!

Don’t stop yet, see below: While I was there I also found this odd, bumpy humpy tree near the gym, at Mount St. Michael, I squared it off for the TreeSquare challenge running here on WordPress.

poetry, Tanka Tuesday by Colleen Chesbro

Reflections to Enjoy

THE Photo Prompt

Tanka poetry inspired by a tranquil image of Trent P. McDonald as seen above.
Colleen suggests Synonyms for two words; move and make. I chose to use “create” for make and “drift” for move.

Magnetic water
Draws life from above —peaceful!
Create reflections
Holding captive souls as it
Obeys — drifting straits foretold.

Ah! Another Challenge, Politics

Beware Blabbers AHEAD!

Down by the river
I heard these politicians
Blah blah who listened
?

This week, we are to write the haikai poem of our choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that states or alludes to either Fall foliage or goose (kari)–or both, if we feel so inclined! Challenge Here

Photo Challenge

Remove the Mask and Lighten Up … Show your SMILE!

The Cosmic Photo Challenge says: Monday comes around so fast, but never fear, The Cosmic Photo Challenge is here to brighten the start of your week with the theme of; Our feathered friends.

Photo Prompt on WordPress about Feather Friends Birds

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Word Prompts

I hear His voice, “NEXT TIME!”

WORD PROMPT — Rainy Days

Read all about them from my point of view!

I love rainy days, although I wouldn’t want to see them too often. A good rainfall every ten days or so would be a welcomed treat. I imagine each raindrop as God’s grace/blessings falling from above to earth. Water purifying the air, watering the flowers and all His creatures. During a heavy rainfall we including birds, butterflies, bees and all, seem to hide for a while, and then when it stops raining we dance out from wherever, singing, buzzing all around, looking for the rainbow. Happiness is there once more, take the time to listen and see; rain bringing joy, even to those who didn’t revel in its beauty; they too are delighted when it ends.

Rain means aid is on the way; what help to me; I don’t have to water that day nor the next. Don’t have to drag those heavy hoses around, changing positions; it means more time to do other things.

Whenever it thunders, I feel so grateful to have a roof over my head; not everyone enjoys that protection, I realize that!

I usually find myself thanking God for every drop He sends me, although at times He teases me with a little shower instead, not even enough to wrought a puddle. “More, more,” I ask, with no avail. I hear His voice, “NEXT TIME!”

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