She closes her eyes, imagining the garden in springtime.
New-sprouted shoots, sharp contrast to dew-darkened soil, velvet massage of black dirt on bare soles. Her fingers reach deep, homebase for a riot of flowers interspersed with vegetables. The scent of all these possibilities the only polish her roughened nails ever need.
Over the coming months, weeds and drought will exhaust the spring honeymoon. With luck, summer showers, or freakish hailstorm will raise sensual petrichor, reminiscent beginnings. What had wilted will rise again, firm against a thin blue sky.
She opens her eyes, strokes her husband’s hand.
He smiles, bemused.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2017)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (03/09/2017): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a honeymoon story. It can be between a couple before, during or after the honeymoon. Or it can refer to a honeymoon period. Go where the prompt leads.
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Absolutely! Til next time…shira says hi
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Hi, just wanted to say hi, and that i dig your style, nice work. And thanks for the comment(s).
Tracy
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🙂 We all encourage each other & grow the creative garden. Hi the Shira!
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” With luck, summer showers, or freakish hailstorm will raise sensual petrichor, reminiscent beginnings. ” i love that feeling
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Ummm…Hi TO Shira! (can’t type—need more coffee)
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The sensuality of gardening fully captured and fits the vigor of a honeymoon. I especially liked this line: “…velvet massage of black dirt on bare soles.” I hope your snow is over after this storm. It’s 80 degrees on Mars, but no sexy soil to be had here.
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A lovely picture of the passage of time and the changing seasons of life.
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Thanks! I needed to express objection to more snow, when trees are already budding out.
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