As I sat at the kitchen table this morning, eating frosted bite-sized shredded wheat (aka sugar-coated pot scrubbers) and fresh-picked blueberries (yeah!!), I looked out of the window and saw a cocoon on a twig of the river birch, wiggling from the effort of something trying to emerge.
I put the camera on my feet and the boots to my eye–then did it the right way around–and ran outside. And there, on the tree, was–a friggin’ dead leaf.
Never one to waste an effort, I turned around and snapped this close-up of the coral bells.
It always amazes me that spring becomes summer and then, immediately, leaves begin to turn fall colors. The poplars have some yellow leaves, other trees are tinged with gold and red, and these coral bell leaves are flushing crimson. It’s crazy. It’s like the voice of an angel, whispering, “You won’t be sweating like a pig forever. At least, not if you change your ways. I’m just sayin’.”
So I was disappointed about taking YouTube by storm with my video of a butterfly coming out of its house without its makeup, but the coral bells were beautiful and provided a spot of color and a quick shot of corn-pone philosophy, so the whole experience wasn’t a total waste of effort.
WRITING PROMPT: How does your main character deal with disappointment? Lemons to lemonade or “Lemonade? I’ll give you LEMONADE!!” ?