Are you my mother?

P. D. Eastman’s classic “Are You My Mother?” was a favorite of our girls when they were younger. A little bird goes searching for its mother, asking everything it sees “Are you my mother?” After startling a mourning dove from a bush, we peered in to find this nest with one little bird and one egg. The little one did NOT ask us whether we were its mother, but that’s just as well, although it would have made a better story. 🙂

Of course today is Independence Day/Fourth of July in the U. S. so happy Fourth to all fellow Americans. We’re not a country without flaws (there are none) but I’m still proud and happy to be an American.

Classic blue doors

Today I offer you two sets of two blue doors from Philadelphia (with the red, white, and blue hiding behind the TREE.) Red, white, and blue is seen in the second shot as well on a classic car in a Fourth of July parade. Hats off to our veterans!

Blue color is everlastingly appointed by the deity to be a source of delight. ~John Ruskin

Missing

for One Word Sunday: missing

I don’t want to miss an opportunity to wish the United States a happy birthday. We’re not perfect, no person or country is, but I believe we have the right foundations upon which to build and, when necessary, remodel.

Friday Fictioneers–Independence Day

Happy New Year!  It’s a brand-new year of fun and frolic with the Friday Fictioneers, writers from all around the world coming together each week to share handcrafted 100-word stories inspired by one picture.  We’re prompted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and inspired this week by Lora Mitchell’s gorgeous photo.   I know I’m double-posting this morning.  I hope the story is worth it.

Independence Day

There were fireworks…

…when I was born.  (Quite sure my mother shouted, “Ooooh!  Aaaaah!”)

…when I fell and broke my arm.

…on many glorious Fourth-of-July’s, colors blossoming against the night sky.  ( “Ooooh!  Aaaaah!”)

…the day our eyes met across the room and he smiled.

…when we first kissed.  On our wedding night.  The whole of our honeymoon.

…the day our daughter was born.  (“Ooooh!  Aaaaah!”)

…the first day he hit me.  The day I “fell” down the stairs.  When “I’ broke my other arm.

…the night we lost our house, a husband, and a father.

Fire works.

(“Ooooh!  Aaaaah!”)

To read the rest of the stories: