“Are you laughing at me?”
I stared at the two of them in shock. They were mocking me! All I’ve wanted was to care for and admire them. They’ve been given pride of place at the very centre of my little greenhouse, Lord and Lady over all they surveyed. Just below their perch sits the ribbon won at last week’s fair.
I’ve never been so successful with my gardening efforts and I can’t resist spending time with them each evening. I’ve taken dozens of photographs and a lovely collage hangs above the fireplace.
Which was really very fortunate, I thought, as I brought out my shears. ©
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Thanks to Barbara W. Beacham for this week’s Prompt
The neighbours were not happy about my choice of yard art.
But when I stepped out on the verandah and took a gander down the block, I wasn’t happy about their choices, either.
My art is at least as nice as Mr. Santos’s Horse Shoe Armadillo or the Rossi’s plastic Shrine to the Virgin! Just yesterday, Barry Kingman propped his wheelbarrow up beside the front steps. He’d painted the bowl with a four colour image of his late dog, Casper! To top it all, the Palmer yard has a flock of pink flamingos!
There was only one thing for it. Taking some left over party crepe paper and my daughter’s crayons, I hung a winner’s ribbon from my buffalo’s horn. The Rossi’s won second prize, in respect for the Virgin. The armadillo won third and I draped Casper’s wheelbarrow in black and a participant’s ribbon.
I set fire to the flamingos. ©
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