My good friend Delores from The Feathered Nest issues a challenge every Wednesday.
In the form of six words.
It is a challenge.
But so much fun.
This weeks words? Feet, mud, diamonds,
expensive, sharp and sliding
They brought back a memory . . .
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| Okay, at times, the river crept a little too near to the buildings . . . |
The Stringam ranch was built on a flood plain. The south fork of the Milk River curled around the home place, promising life . . . and the occasional adventure.
The summers of my
childhood were spent on that river.
Perfect memories . . .
Sun baking down
from a hot, blue sky.
Puffs of cloud.
My siblings and I
with our feet deep in the cool mud.
Squishing it between
our toes.
Hunting frogs and
snakes among the reeds.
Trapping unwary
minnows in the shallows.
Sliding down the
river bank and into the murky, brown water.
Racing home at
sunset because Mom was sure to have something special just coming out of the
oven.
Idyllic days.
Oh, we had the
occasional mishap.
Little sister
nearly drowning.
Our friend Joanne
stepping on something sharp and cutting her foot open six ways to Sunday.
But the good times
far outweighed the bad.
I see ads now, offering
expensive cars.
Electronics.
Cosmetics.
Diamonds and
jewelry.
All promising the
ultimate in happiness.
And I would trade
any of them for just one more day on the river.
With my feet in the
mud.
