I found a great website with daily writing prompts and have found it to be very helpful! Here's yesterday's prompt and what I did with it:
The garden is overgrown now. We spent hours breaking our backs to remove all of the rocks so that we could have a small patch of lawn for the baby. Every rock we found was used in my rock garden. I planted some beautiful flowers and foliage, most of which I took when we left. Now my perfectly placed rocks are devoid of beauty and overrun with noxious weeds.
The grass we had planted and raised with tender loving care is now a field of waist high growth. Perhaps it was silly to invest time and money into a small plot of earth that was only temporarily ours. While we had it though, we enjoyed it. Family and friends had joined us for dinner parties. Our small baby girl had rolled and crawled on the vibrant bit of green we had created. While we loved it, it was beautiful.
Staring at the travesty of what has become of our hard work and love, the point is driven home that the current tenants, like many renters, did not feel compelled to improve their surroundings during their brief sojourn. I never should have come back to see it. It was one of those days spent in reminiscence and I was urged by nostalgia to visit the small apartment where we had begun our married life and welcomed our baby home. The visit has only succeeded in depressing me and reminding me of the inevitable passage of time with its multitudinous disappointments.
Times change--one season gives way to the next and our existence is not stationary. But then, would I have wanted to stay there forever? Certainly not. We have moved onward and upward to a home of our own, where the gardens are mine and every effort that our little family puts into them is ours to enjoy, just as long as we pay the mortgage. I can dig into the soil and invest my heart, knowing that when I come back tomorrow, it will still be lovely and tended to.
I leave the sad remnants of our former flowering oasis and hurry home to the bit of earth that is mine and the family that loves it as much as I do. Seeing all of the flowers and shrubs that greet my arrival, I am glad that I walked down memory lane for a moment. Wherever we have gone, we have sought to improve our surroundings and with the sweat and labor have come fountains of blessings and happy memories. Perhaps I will focus on that the next time I feel inclined to visit an old haunt--knowing that even in the midst of the decay I see, there remains still a spirit of happiness where we lived, loved, and played together.
The garden is overgrown now. We spent hours breaking our backs to remove all of the rocks so that we could have a small patch of lawn for the baby. Every rock we found was used in my rock garden. I planted some beautiful flowers and foliage, most of which I took when we left. Now my perfectly placed rocks are devoid of beauty and overrun with noxious weeds.
The grass we had planted and raised with tender loving care is now a field of waist high growth. Perhaps it was silly to invest time and money into a small plot of earth that was only temporarily ours. While we had it though, we enjoyed it. Family and friends had joined us for dinner parties. Our small baby girl had rolled and crawled on the vibrant bit of green we had created. While we loved it, it was beautiful.
Staring at the travesty of what has become of our hard work and love, the point is driven home that the current tenants, like many renters, did not feel compelled to improve their surroundings during their brief sojourn. I never should have come back to see it. It was one of those days spent in reminiscence and I was urged by nostalgia to visit the small apartment where we had begun our married life and welcomed our baby home. The visit has only succeeded in depressing me and reminding me of the inevitable passage of time with its multitudinous disappointments.
Times change--one season gives way to the next and our existence is not stationary. But then, would I have wanted to stay there forever? Certainly not. We have moved onward and upward to a home of our own, where the gardens are mine and every effort that our little family puts into them is ours to enjoy, just as long as we pay the mortgage. I can dig into the soil and invest my heart, knowing that when I come back tomorrow, it will still be lovely and tended to.
I leave the sad remnants of our former flowering oasis and hurry home to the bit of earth that is mine and the family that loves it as much as I do. Seeing all of the flowers and shrubs that greet my arrival, I am glad that I walked down memory lane for a moment. Wherever we have gone, we have sought to improve our surroundings and with the sweat and labor have come fountains of blessings and happy memories. Perhaps I will focus on that the next time I feel inclined to visit an old haunt--knowing that even in the midst of the decay I see, there remains still a spirit of happiness where we lived, loved, and played together.
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