Under Lavender Skies

I have had lots of fun making these moodboard type collages recently.  Here's a fun this or that game that you can play!   ☆☆☆

One of my favorite things to post are short stories, I hope you all like them too.  This story is not really even a short story, it's really just the beginning of a much longer one. I have a hard time keeping my stories short, most of the time the idea develops into something that can become much longer, even a full book.  Without further adieu, here's my offering to you.  For the next couple of minutes follow Eloise and her father and peek into their life as they are starting something new and wondering how their lives will look for the summer.  You Look So Good In Green The car headed away from the paltry sunset as walls of trees steadily lined the road and came together behind them where it looked like the road met on the horizon.  Eloise had contorted her body around so she could watch, she watched the sky and the few colored clouds but mostly she watched the trees, it looked like they were running away from the car, trying to desperately get away.  They were vibrant spring

The weather is changing, day by day, and I always think of Mary Oliver's poems when I think of spring. They are all so heavily influenced by nature and animals and plants.  Here are three Mary Oliver poems that remind me of spring.  ☆☆☆

Hey everyone!  I present to you a very sad story about one of the characters in the book I am writing.  It is a short, but very important, part of her backstory crammed into only 1,500 words.   Please enjoy and comment your thoughts below!    The newsboy’s hat tumbles off my head and into the puddle of water in front of me, getting drenched by waves.  It never has fit well, I have been on the lookout for a new one, but I don’t like stealing.   I can’t do it anymore.  Plunging my fingers into my cropped red hair I dive into the memories that I have been working so hard to resist.  They come crashing back along with the waves and I am transported to a place so wildly different, a place clogged with sweat and grime rather than sand and seawater: the mines.  I know I won’t return from those choked and dirty skies until I relive every moment from my last days there.  Still, I am relieved that I can do it in the salty breeze, far away from any soot.      The air is clogged with ash, especial

 Here is part two of last week's post!  Here are five more fun book related questions. Feel free to pick one or more of your favorite questions to answer in the comments below. I am curious to read your response!   1. What was the last book you finished in 2020? The last book I finished in 2020 was  Emily of New Moon  by L.M Montgomery.  This book also took me quite a while to get through but that's just because my mom was reading it aloud and any book that is read aloud just takes longer.   2. What book did you expect to like but really didn't? Last year I read  The Bookshop  by Penelope Fitzgerald, and I really expected to like it.   In 1959 Florence Green, a kindhearted widow with a small inheritance  risks everything to open a bookshop - the only bookshop - in the seaside town of Hardborough,  It sounds interesting enough.  A lady opens a bookshop, meets and deals with interesting people, things happen, and it may or may not work out.  if you are interested in reading t