Sometimes it is difficult to get my Muse to show up. But a friend of mine, who is also a very creative person in her own right, and I have a little exercise that helps us both. We challenge each other to write a minimum of 100 words on a word we select for each other. We’ve been doing this off and on for awhile, sadly more “off” than “on” recently. I would like to start it up again. Which means I need to make that phone call. And I will later today. In the meantime, here is something I put together when Lou challenged me to write about a red flower pot.
It was a bright sunny spring day, a perfect day, thought Madeline, to pot the flat of flowers she purchased yesterday from the nursery on Sand Hill Road. She assembled her flower pots on the redwood deck. Three bags of Miracle-Gro potting soil were stacked near the east railing. She and her fiance Jerry had spent the last two hours putting potting soil and plants into two dozen flower pots. Now all the pots were filled. But one lone pansy remained in the flat.
Jerry went to the utility shed and came back with a red clay flower pot. “Here, use this. It was in the corner under a tarp.”
He set the pot and it’s saucer on the step. “I dumped out the old soil and rinsed the pot good.”
“Oh no!” Madeline grabbed the red flower pot and looked at its clean, wet interior.
“Those were my husband’s ashes!”
This little exercise has helped me. Maybe you might like to give it a try. 🙂