#FWF Free Write Friday: Word Bank …

Welcome to another #Free Write Friday exercise from Kellie Elmore.

This time Kellie provided a bank of words. We could either integrate all into our free writing or select one and work with it.

Lazy … rain … perspective … glint … sombre … trinket … static

I enjoyed the challenge of using them all. 🙂

And I will be honest … I edited a little at the end, but the essence is pure FWF. 😉

Happy reading!


RainPenelope was feeling lazy. A glimpse at her old alarm clock (you know the kind — brass with hands that point at numbers and an alarm bell stationed on top) told her it had just turned 8:45 a.m.. She yawned and stretched and sank her head deeper into the down pillow beneath it, and closed her eyes. Penelope loved the sound of the rain against the window pane, a sound which always seemed amplified when she stared into her eyelids. She wasn’t particularly fond of the grey-coloured sky. How could the steady sound of cleansing rain feel so soothing while the dark, ominous clouds from which it descended weigh so claustrophobic? She sighed. It was all a matter of perspective, of course. Some people hated everything about rain but she, somehow, was able to see the bright side of it. Rain quenched the thirst of flowers, and flowers were beautiful. Besides, a break in the deluge and a gap in the clouds always offered a glint of hope for sunnier times to come. Flowers needed sun too. It was a balance. There had to be balance. Too much or too little of anything led to heartache. Heartache led to a sombre outlook on life. Penelope could never tolerate such a state. She opened her eyes and reached to feel her favourite Labradorite pendant attached to a silver chain around her neck. It was more a charm than a trinket, for it reminded her that though the perspective of her life might shift depending on the play of light and shadow, her essence, like the shimmering layers of this beautiful irridescent stone she loved, remained constant, but never static. There was a difference.



Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂


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Rhododendron by the Stair

Rhododendron -- Photo: Dorothy McDonall

In the garden,
By the stair
A Rhododendron.
Tarries there.

In pale shades
It bursts in bloom;
Adds lustre to
My garden room.

And offers critters
Sweet relief
From hot and humid
Late Spring grief.

Its beauty soft;
Expression grand;
The glorious craft
Of Omnipotent Hand.

And glad I am
To have planted it there,
My Rhododendron
By the stair.


A few years ago I did indeed plant a Rhododendron in the garden by the stair. We have a raised botanical garden with two tall Jack Pines at either end, a Sunburst Locust in the middle and in between a variety of flowers and shrubs which, at this time of year, blooms the garden its most beautiful.

Creeping Phlox in pink and purple hues, bright yellow Baskets of Gold, and delicate white Sweet Woodruff are among the perennial flowers at home here, accented by a generously creeping vine that trails aimlessly (and often invasively) over the edge of the raised garden wall.

The Rhododendron is quite sensitive. In the seven or so years since it was planted, it has bloomed only three times, including this season. The previous blooming periods were very short — hot, humid weather its undoing. Interestingly in each of the ensuing seasons flowers did not bloom as if to protest its previous flower-unfriendly conditions.

So, this year with the weather being more agreeable, I’m really pleased to see the Rhodo is back with a vengence and as beautiful as I remember — only, perhaps, more so because I haven’t seen it for a while.



Spring Flowers

Spring's splendour at the Keukenhof, Holland

Spring's splendour at the Keukenhof Gardens, Holland -- Photo: Dorothy McDonall


Such a happy flower;
Looks cheerful in
An April shower.
In colours bright
From mauve to red
Is splendid in
The flower bed.

Is pretty too.
A golden trumpet
All Spring through.
It bows to wind
And glows ‘neath sun.
In every way
My heart it’s won.

A fragrant crown
It wears amongst
The floral town.
Its petals small
And delicate
Incense the air

Dainty little bloom.
First sign of spring
In my garden room.
Flowers purple,
Yellow, white
Bid fond farewell
To long winter’s night.


It’s mid March and spring is in the air. I can feel it. Though the ground is still snow covered and there’s still the possibility of more of the fluffy white menace, spring’s proximity is betrayed by the earlier dawns and later dusks; by temperatures that creep slowly upward, and by warbling, expectant birds.

And soon, with the burden of frigid days but a memory, the floral garden will appear — a cheerful unveiling that puts the spring back in our steps and fills our grey matter with the resplendent colours, shapes and scents of a new and glorious season.

With the return of tulips, daffodils, crocus and hyacinth the air is lifted and fresh. The hibernating critters awaken and entertain as they scurry back and forth in search of food. Bird song drifts effortlessly through the trees — the neighbourhood is reborn and a collective sigh of relief is expelled — another winter survived.

My imagination is filled with the glory of spring to come.

I love spring flowers.

Dorothy 🙂


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