In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”
Michelle Weber wants to know what love is…
Love is that feeling you get when your life is greatly improved from having that person, or animal, or place or thing, in your life.
And, you are a better person because you love.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Orange you glad it’s photo challenge time?.”
I was inside my dry car taking pictures when it started raining. I rather liked the effect.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Me Time.”
What would be my ideal Saturday morning? At the moment, I am sitting and watching it snow on top of the three inches we got last night. I have been going through my emails and wondering why there aren’t as many as there usually is. It’s cold and I have upped the heat in my home about 4 degrees higher than I normally keep it. But, to answer the question, what would be my ideal Saturday morning? This is it.
Doing what I want to do and feeling no pressure to do anything else.
I’m trying to figure things out with my technology addled mind. There is so much to know! I need to do something soon as my iPad has been acting up on me lately. I need to get a new computer but they are so expensive!
I feel fortunate that I don’t have to go out and brave the cold and snowy/icy streets. I also feel fortunate that I am warm and safe inside my home.
This Saturday, I am doing exactly what I want to be doing and being grateful that I am. And, being grateful for so much more.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Reward.”
In order for me to get this picture I had to be very patient. For one or two days I would stand by my hummingbird feeders, being very still. The hummingbirds became use to me and would start feeding even though I was standing close by. The next day, I would stand by the feeders holding my camera up to me eye without taking a photo. Again, they became use to me being close with a funny looking thing stuck on my face. On the third day, I snapped a picture and this was my reward.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Rule of Thirds.”
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cupid’s Arrow.”
Once Upon a Time in a land far far away and in a time that was filled with fairies and elves, dragons and knights, and one princess.
The princess lived with her mother queen and father king in a large castle with a moat surrounding it. The father King would only allow the bridge brought down for them to leave the castle when it was time to go grocery shopping. Once they had finished their grocery shopping, up went the bridge and no one could come to the castle.
Now the moat was filled with alligators and poisonous water snakes so no one would even dare to swim across the moat to the castle. Thus, leaving the beautiful princess very very lonely.
“Father,” pled the princess, “I want to have callers come see me so I will not feel alone anymore.”
“No princess, I don’t want callers to come see you because your mother and I want to keep you with us always.”
The beautiful princess would go to her room and cry, and cry, and cry.
This went on day, after day, after day. And still, the father king would not allow callers for his beautiful daughter.
One day all was quiet in the castle. The father king and mother queen were playing chess and the beautiful princess was in her room sad and alone.
Suddenly, she heard some pecking at her window. She went to the window and there was a bird standing there waiting for her to open the window. She hurriedly opened the window and the bird handed her a note. The note read:
“Dear beautiful princess,
I have wanted very much to come calling for you but they will not let down the bridge so that I can. I have a plan and if my plan works, I will come for you to marry me.”
The princess was so happy! Finally, she would have a gentleman caller to become her husband! She must not tell her father king or her mother queen.
The next morning they heard a scratching sound at their front door. This was highly unusual because they had no visitors because of the moat. The servant went and opened the door and standing there was a small puppy, wet and shaking. The princess hurriedly picked up the puppy and held it to her very tight. “Oh father and mother, may I keep this puppy?” The father king and mother queen agreed that she could keep the puppy.
The beautiful princess dried off the puppy and gave him something to eat. She told the puppy his name was Valentine. The puppy was very happy with his new name.
That night, the princess was tucking the puppy in his bed for the night and gave him a kiss on his cheek. Immediately, the puppy turned into a handsome prince.
“Oh! I thought you were a puppy but you are a handsome prince!?”
The prince took the hand of the beautiful princess and kissed her on the lips. This made the princess very happy.
“I have come for you to become my wife.” The prince answered.
Together they fled from the castle (and let down the bridge without the king and queen knowing), and ran to the village and eloped.
This was the day that became Valentine’s Day and is a national holiday in this land far far away.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Symmetry.”