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#weekendcoffeeshare 80 – The Dog Days of Summer

Hello, everyone, and welcome to my weekendcoffeeshare hosted by Natalie! Come on in and share a cuppa with me. There is expresso and also some Japanese Sencha green tea if tea is more your thing.

I missed the weekendcoffeeshare last week because I was out of town, but I’m back this weekend. I’d have to tell you, if we were having coffee, what wild, strange weather we’re having in this part of the world. They warned us about climate change and I fear we are watching it come true. We’re having the hottest summer here in the southern Appalachian Mountains that I can remember and that most of the old-timer’s can remember. In truth, I’m right on the cusp of the “old-timer” category myself. While the western portion of the U.S. is having record-breaking droughts and wildfires, here in the East and in the mountains, it’s like a jungle! Just this week, we had terrible storms and flooding rains. In some parts of Kentucky, there is terrible flooding happening. Fortunately, we are safe from flooding, but down this mountain, it’s flooded and we would probably have a hard time getting out.

Mountain peaks in Smoky Mountain National Park, near Gatlinburg,Tennessee

The big news from here is that we had a new roof put on our house. Our roof was old and the storms this summer had not done it any favors. So, we finally pulled the trigger on a new roof. Given the cost of building materials, the cost shocked me, but we had to do it. Putting a new roof on a house, and removing the old roof is pretty traumatic on the inhabitants of the house. Lots of noise. But, we survived and we have a beautiful new roof! We had a really pleasant experience working with the roofing contractor which was a nice change of pace. I’ll have to say that the cat, Cherokee, and the dog, Clarabella, were not appreciative of the noise!

These days are what we, in the South of the U.S., call the dog days of summer. The ”dog days” are the period, generally, from July 3 – August 11 which can be the most heat oppressive days of summer. With each day hitting 90 degrees F. or at least pushing it, it feels like the dog days this year! The humidity almost matches the temperature. The Romans associated the hottest part of summer with the star, Sirius. During the period of July 3 – August 11, the sun occupies the same spot in the sky as Sirius and the ancient Romans thought that meant Sirius was also giving off heat. Sirius is known as the ”dog star.”

Dog Wearing Sunglasses, Pomeranian, Dog On Vacation, Happy Dog, Funny Dog, Dog Summer, Dog Days of Summer.

Due to the excessive heat, my flower gardens have gone dormant and only the shade garden seems to be thriving. The New Guinea impatients are doing all right. This is the time of year when you go outside during the early morning or the evening. Any other time is too hot and you are setting yourself up for heat stroke. I try to get some exercise in during the evenings. I am not a morning person. I’m a nightowl.

Not much writing this week. Other things have taken precedence. I hope to get back to my fantasy story for young adults this week. Hope you’ve had a fantastic week and thanks for stopping by my #weekendcoffeeshare!

Thanks, Natalie!

Posted in #FridayFictioneers

The Migration

PHOTO PROMPT @ Bill Reynolds

He hated to be the first one to leave, the first generation not to work the family farm. He had no choice because farmers had to have another job to survive. There were no other jobs where he lived in West Virginia.

The last time the greenhouse had been active was when his grandfather worked it. HIs father died young and didn’t have the chance. Now, to survive, he had to go to the city. No remote work either.

He took a last look at the old greenhouse. For an instant, he saw it thriving, but then it was gone.

For Friday Fictioneers. Thanks, Rochelle!

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Bad Luck

PHOTO PROMPT @Fleur Lind

“Congratulations and best wishes to the bridge and groom,” the best man toasted at the wedding. ”May you have a long and happy marriage!”

As was their custom, the best man smashed his champagne glass in the stone fireplace. One by one, the wedding guests made a wish for the happy couple and then smashed their glasses. The father of the groom shouted, ”May you have many children,” and followed suit.

After everyone left, the best man saw the champagne glass that was left.

”Oh no,” he said. “They will have 25 years of bad luck.”

For Friday Fictioneers. Thanks, Rochelle!

Posted in Flash Fiction

The Last Quarter

She had always been an introvert preferring her books, her writings and her piano to people. Her circumstances magnified her introversion. A country life, little exposure to people. She would want to be with school friends, but that seldom happened. She adored her family, depended on them, felt safe and protected.

Even after life changed and she had to at least pretend to be an extrovert for her work, secretly, she could never bring herself to trust other people. When she had trusted, she’d been hurt.

She’d always heard others say that you really only had a handful of true friends in your entire life. As she entered the last quarter of her life, she had learned that to be true from her own painful experiences. By then, her heart had hardened and any affinity for people she’d had sliced away leaving a scar.

For d’Verse Poets Prose Prompt

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Freedom

PHOTO PROMPT @ Dale Rogerson

“Mama, I want to go out and ride my bike.”

”No, child, it isn’t safe. The government forces may do a surprise check. We aren’t supposed to be on the streets.”

”But why, Mama?”

”Darling child, we live under something called martial law. They have imposed a round-the-clock order that we must stay indoors.”

”Here’s Papa. Can I go outdoors, Papa?”

“No, child. For now, we just have to remember how it was when we could elect the government officials we wanted and when we lived in a free society and work to get back there.”

For Friday Fictioneers. Thanks, Rochelle!

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#weekendcoffeeshare 77

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Please come in and grab a cuppa! I have several different brews of coffee and a couple of tea blends – a green Japanese sencha along with my ever-present cinnamon blend and a wonderful orange pekoe. If we were having coffee today, I would first tell you about the lovely family reunion I attended beginning early in last weekend and extending through part of the week..

The reunion was for my mother’s side of the family that originated from eastern KY, a part of Appalachia. The roots of my mom’s family began there in the years before the Revolutionary War and some of us still live there. This reunion was really in honor of my only remaining aunt who turned 90 a few days ago. A very vital, active 90. She’s amazing. When her daughter asked what she wanted for her birthday, she said she wanted to go home,,,,home being here in Kentucky. So they planned a trip and brought her home. I had not seen her in eight years, so I really enjoyed seeing her.

On Thursday night, we all had dinner together at one of the restaurants in the city in which she is staying. The closest large city to me. The whole family didn’t show up but a very good representation. It had been a long time since I’d seen most of them, so it was wonderful to catch up. Then, on Saturday, we all went ”up in the country” to where my grandfather’s beautiful farm used to be. I have a cousin who still lives there at the old homeplace. Some of us cooked a spur-of-the moment dinner but we did have the traditional green beans and cornbread plus more. Almost everyone was there although there are a handful of family members lost to us. At least, I feel they are lost to me, but I guess that happens in most families. I could only stay for a few hours, but it went very well and many in the family got to relax, talk and enjoy the day even though it was stormy. The house is in the picture below and you can see the big wraparound porch. We hung out there, and in the house, most of the day.

@Rosemary Carlson

This is a picture of our old homeplace in eastern KY. It was built by my grandfather in 1901 and this is where he raised my mother’s family. This is also where we just had our family reunion. The house has been upgraded and restored. Our reunion here was a great success!

This was probably my 90 year old aunt’s last time to come back ”home.” She lives near her daughters in a wonderful retirement center in Scottsdale, Arizona. The cousin who lives in this house is also elderly at 84. Chances are slim that she’ll ever be able to host us again even with help as she has some ongoing illness issues. Sad for me, as this is where my roots are and it always feels like home.

Other than the reunion, Hubby and I have been busily preparing to have a new roof put on our home. What a big job! We have storm damage to the roof, as do most other people in my area. We may have to wait weeks and maybe months, but it has to be done before winter. Building materials, although dropping in price now, are still expensive so the estimates are coming in for the roof way on the high side.

I haven’t had much time for creative endeavors amidst the reunion and the roof on my home. I’ve only been able to do a little writing recently, most of here on this blog. I have read a few really good books and as we all know, reading is essential for a writer. I try to read many different genres and styles. My next project, which may have to wait until cooler weather, is a fantasy story for young adults that I am working on. It’s set in medieval England, but more about that when I dive back into it.

I’ve always been a political animal and I find myself very interested in not only American politics right now (which are a mess) but also into worldwide politics. The next two years will be a fascinating and scary time for American politics. I’m considering starting another blog where I would write only about politics, mostly opinion pieces but fact-checked to the max. What do you think?

We are probably not traveling this summer. We waned to travel some, in a limited area, in the US in our RV. But with high gas prices (at least high to us), we’ve decided not to. It would take $500 to put gas in the RV once!

We are having a very hot, and now humid, summer. Here are some photos of my flower garden to end our coffeeshare time.

Rose begonias @Rosemary Carlson

New Guinea Impatients @Rosemary Carlson

I’d love to hear about your weekend!

For #weekendcoffeeshare

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The Spinning Woman

Spinning wheel in Appalachia
PHOTO PROMPT @ ROCHELLE WISOFF-FIELDS

Mary sat at the old spinning wheel that was passed down to her from her grandmother. Spinning wheels were formerly used to make thread that was then used to make clothes. Mary lived deep in the hills of Appalachia and she was preparing to start making the family’s clothes again.

The children couldn’t find jobs. The new autocratic government cut off unemployment benefits and all financial assistance. Her grandmother had taught her the basics of life, just for fun then. Now, she was glad she knew as her fingers flew on the spinning wheel, making magic.

For Friday Fictioneers. Thanks, Rochelle!