Peacefulness surrounds me as I hear a songbird’s trill …. I drift away so peacefully.
No peace is greater than the one within yourself … be peaceful.
There are times to be quiet, and time … to be peaceful
2024©Isadora DeLaVega
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Crimson Creative Challenge – #283
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Genre: Poem
Photo Prompt: Crispina Kemp
Word Count: 36 words
Did you see the sign posted for Project Community Garden?
Yeah! No way, Carlos!
Why? Kids can learn about healthy eating and watch the vegetables grow. Parents can donate their time. We can add flowers for color and sell them at vegetable markets.
Be sensible, Carlos. Think about it: we can’t build a garden when there are drugs in the area. Drug dealers won’t give up their territory. It’s unsafe for parents to let their kids come here.
We have to try Miguel. We have grant money for the community. Let’s form a neighborhood crime watch and garden. How’s that?
2023©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
Photo Prompt: ©Roger Bultot
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Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty
outweighs all the utilities of the world©Ralph Waldo Emerson
Srping Garden 2022©Isadora DeLaVega
Every season spills its
wonder upon the earth©Flavia
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Crimson Creative Challenge – #185
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The funeral was exactly the way my grandmother wanted.
She pre-paid and planned it all before she died.
Always the forward-thinking woman, no one would be able to leave any details out.
The rose garden was to be her final resting place.
She’d say, “Where else would I want to be? These roses have helped me create beautiful paintings that will live on in the homes of many long after I’m gone.”
Her garden was magical. She could grow colorful varieties.
I’m sure she’s looking down at us and saying, “Pick up a paintbrush and make magic happen.”
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
photo prompt©Dale Rogerson
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She was waiting for Pierre in the garden. He’d gone to get some wine for their moonlight stargazing tonight. He was always very romantic.
The floral scents engulfed her as she walked among the many
prize-winning tulips.
There were many varieties. Pierre was proud of his green thumb.
Turning, she saw him running towards her.
“Mona! My precious flower. The love of my life.”
Finally, he said it.
“Oh, Pierre!”
“Mona, my flower!”
“Oh, Pierre! I love you too!”
Pierre reached her. He knelt and moved her foot aside.
“My flower!” “You were standing on my prize-winning flower.”
2022©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Na’ama Yehuda
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*****Do to alot of out of state visitors, I’ve edited an oldie but somewhat goodie from a FF 2017 story that goes well with this pix. Ejoy 😎 🌸 😍
Serene butterflies like lovely flowers …
May our hearts garden awaken bloom with hundreds of flowers©Thich Nhat Hanh
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