I’m snowed in (and cut off from civilization) while writing this. Thank you. Winter Storm Fern. What a name for a storm in the winter. Anyway, while I was outside in this snowy weather feeding my outdoor cat, I saw something that amazed me. I’m walking back and forth on my front porch, making sure to avoid a huge strip of ice on the edge, when I saw something moving through my yard out of the corner of my eye. What would be out and up here in this kind of weather?
How do you feel about the unusual holidays that are celebrated? Do you feel they should be special to everyone? How would you like to create your own? Have you ever investigated your ancestry? Would you like to meet any or all of your long-gone relatives? The leaves on the trees are starting to change color. Have you ever wondered what they are thinking about at this time of year?
For this month’s writing prompts, explore the world of opossums, wake up in a room filled with books that won’t open, and deal with a crazy kitchen catastrophe.
Autumn is here, and the days are getting shorter. That first cup of coffee tastes even better on chilly mornings. Leaves changing color are beautiful to look at, and the smell of smoke from people burning wood is in the air. What a perfect time to write!
