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Back Where I Come From – Day 21


Back Where I Come From – Day 21



Thanks for hosting the September Challenge, Suzanne! 🙂


Question # 21

21. Were there any flowers growing in your yard back home? What kind? Were you or your parents good gardeners?


My Answer:

We always had flowers growing in the front yard and the back yard. My mom was very good at growing things (not like me), so whatever she planted did real well. I can’t remember all the kinds that were out there, but I know there were beautiful irises and chrysanthemums, and carnations. Larkspurs, morning glories, and trumpet vines were some of my favorites that grew out there, too.

Wherever she went, she’d find some seeds from some plant or other, bring them home, and plant them. This was for flowers and trees.

There was a big garden area out back, with lots of tomatoes, carrots, peas, beans, okra, and sometimes corn. My dad did some organic gardening, and sometimes grew vegetables, and also flowers in bales of hay. Looked weird, but they did good. Well, I could name off pretty much any flower and vegetable, and it would be grown out there.

They didn’t have a rototiller, so had to do it all by shovel, to get the garden ready each year. One time my mom got my boyfriend (now husband) to dig it up. 🙂

One year, right before a hard freeze, I went out there and gathered up all the still green tomatoes from the vines. We wrapped them in newspapers, put them in the cellar for the winter, and they ripened a little at a time. We had fresh tomatoes all winter long.

I sure wish I had a green thumb, but guess I didn’t inherit that bit of talent.


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© 2017 BS



DIG – FOR FFfAW – FLASH FICTION for ASPIRING WRITERS – 7/26/16 photo-20160724072916278

This is a Flash Fiction Challenge. We are given a prompt photo to write something about, using between 75-100 words (plus or minus 25).

Find out more about this challenge by clicking below:




photo provided by Louise, with the Storyteller’s Abode


Dig, hoe, rake, plant

Dig, hoe, rake, plant

Jim Bob felt like an automaton, now, just like everyone else.

Dig, hoe, rake, plant

Straight rows, down the line, even spaces, he was not allowed to stop.

Strange voices, weird food, sickening smells…just keep going.

The plants talk to him, chanting…

Dig hoe, rake, plant

The aliens look on, and revel in their take-over of the Earthlings.


word count = 123

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© 2016 BS