A little surprise…Jared

I was searching through some documents this morning and found this little story that I wrote back in May of 2015. We were living at our house down south, part of the time–then. The neighbors inspired me to write this story. I had a good laugh this morning when I read it.

Jared

Planting the Seeds

Someone planted the seeds.

Before that, plowed the field to plant the seeds

Before that, bought the tractor, to plow the field, to plant the seeds,

Before that, acquired the land, bought the tractor, to plow the field, to plant the seeds

Before that, studied farming, acquired the land, bought the tractor, to plow the field, to plant the seeds

~ ~ ~

Somewhere the wind is blowing on a field made ready for the planting of oats

As she eats a bowl of oatmeal, drizzled with honey

That came from a box

Shipped from a factory

Processed by a mill

And before that someone planted the seeds.

~ ~ ~

She eats as she browses the web

Without thought or gratitude

For the planting of the seeds

That she is me.

© Glenda Kotchish

July 1, 2019 

Moving

Find a home

Pay the money

Sign the paperwork

Sort everything

Pack the boxes

Connect the utilities

Call the movers

Supervise everything

Clean the old place

Turn in the keys

Adios

Unpack

Hello

Pamunkey River and more

 I have a draft of a story I’ve been working on for a while. The Pamunkey river flows into it.

Opening paragraph:

“Language is more than words,” my great grandmother told me. She held a little book on her lap, leather bound, tied up with string–very old. She patted it and smiled and rocked forward in her chair, an old porch rocker. 

Post Halloween

I finished the story Pumpkin Treasures, but was busy handing out candy to the stream of munchkins at our door. Halloween is big in a small town!  So here’s the story. I hope you enjoy it.

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