for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Tree.
Just look up there, swaying branches filled with delicate pale green leaves reaching for wispy white clouds as they glide ‘cross a sky of springtide blue; blimey, listen to me getting all poetic!
You see that heart carved in that tree trunk, well I did that when I was twelve, and the initial K is for me, obviously, and the S is for … please don’t laugh … Celine.
Well, how was I to know Celine started with a C, you don’t pronounce it like custard or cock-a-doodle, do you?
I used to know a joke about an oak tree, a-corny one … sorry about that!
That woman beneath the willow tree*, well, she’s Willamena and I‘m wondering if she’s a witch, so I’d keep out of her way if I were you ‘cos I could well be wight, err, right.
Anyway, I’m going to sit over there and count ants, I saw three thousand four hundred and twenty-seven the other day and I only got stung fifteen times, you’re welcome to join me if you wish, it’s great fun!
*Okay, that’s not a willow tree but I’m pretending it is for want of awwiteration!
Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.
I’m heading up North on Thursday to attend a concert by the André Rieu Orchestra and won’t be back until late Friday, so I may not have a chance to visit your blog until the weekend, please don’t think I’ve forgotten you!