Things I love in the month of February # 28 – Brother

Paula has asked us to share something we love, for each day of the month of February.

My # 28 choice of things I love is;

My brother

February 28th is my youngest brother’s birthday. He was born in a leap year and was saved from having a birthday every four years by mere hours.

He is ten years younger than me and I helped my stepmom in raising him. I think of him as I think of my own children and he is also very affectionate as well.

Happy birthday, brother!



One Minute Fiction- February 24, 2021

Cranny is hosting this challenge;

She says;

What’s the ”One Minute Fiction” challenge about?

Easy. Each week I’ll provide a prompt to inspire you to write a very short story. The idea is to manage to type your whole story in a minute or less. Of course, you can think about it before hitting the keyboard, and you can take all your time to edit it afterwards…

Just make sure to tag your story with #1MinFiction, and create a pingback to my week’s challenge post, so I can easily find it!

So, here is this week’s picture;



As far as Christmas decorations went, these were unique. Their cuteness made them the favorite of the children and the pets, who wanted to get their paws on them. Mom had to hide them for their safety and they were brought out at the last possible moment. They were her favorite too as she had brought them back from Norway years ago.




Stream Of Consciousnesses Saturday- Sty

Linda is the host of Stream Of Consciousnesses Saturday

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “-sty.” Find a word that ends in “-sty” or use the word “sty.” Enjoy!


Misty eyed, she looked at the dusty shelves of old musty books. How long it had been she thought? How long since she last visited her parents’ home, said hello to them, or even thought about them.

Now she was here because they no longer were. That anger and estrangement were so long ago that she found it hard to remember why, but it had created a breach in her relationship with her parents and now it was too late to do anything about it.

She picked up a rose-colored bowl from the table and cleaned it with her hand. It was a fragile piece. But it had lasted while her love for her parents didn’t.

Tears or regret streamed down her cheeks.




Things I love in the month of February # 27 – My kindle

Paula has asked us to share something we love, for each day of the month of February.

For my # 27 love, I choose;

My Kindle

I love reading and have lots and lots of books. When one is traveling a lot, carrying books is not easy. They weigh too much and take up lots of space.

Two years ago my elder daughter gifted me, my first kindle. I became hooked on it. Now I have an extensive Kindle library and have read countless books on kindle unlimited as well. It weighs a few ounces and just needs a charging cable.



Thursday Inspo # 97 – Rich

Paula is the host of Thursday Inspo

Luxury home

Welcome to Thursday Inspiration!

This week’s theme is rich and the image is above. Here’s a snippet of song from Hall & Oates’ “Rich Girl.”

You’re a rich girl, and you’ve gone too far
Cause you know it don’t matter anyway
You can rely on the old man’s money
You can rely on the old man’s money


Rich beyond measure

Wealth that cannot be counted

A heart that is contented

Had something so precious

That the wealthiest in the land couldn’t claim to!




Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 174m

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Welcome back!



Training young minds or trapping them in a vise

Wanting them to think like you, react like you

Breaking their individuality, raising them as a mini-you


Let them grow up to find their own groove

Allow them to explore life and how they want it lived

They are not yours to own, just to raise and nurture


Respecting boundaries is often difficult when you’re the parent

But it’s the most important part of being a parent, oft-ignored

Let fresh ideas and approach wash out the dated methods

Don’t force things onto them just set good examples




Things I love in the month of February # 26 – Baking

Paula has asked us to share something we love, for each day of the month of February.

For my # 26 love, I choose;


As a teenager, I found the well-loved and often used cookbooks that belonged to my late mother. They had such beautiful pictures of cakes, breads, cookies and desserts that I was tempted to try my hand at making them.

In those days, we had very limited ingredients available in my country but I made substitutions and tried everything that I could from those pages. I became quite good at making cakes and breads. In fact when I got married, I didn’t knew how to prepare regular meals, but I could make/bake very nice cakes and desserts.

This one is from my year of birth!

A newer version!




Lynn’s Tuesday Picture Prompt # 37

Glen is the host of LTPP

Art(including pictures and images) should evoke an emotional response in those who are viewing them. That’s why art can leave such a long-lasting and poignant imprint within the depths of our psyche

Your challenge or writing prompt is this:

  • what emotions or feelings get evoked or aroused in you when you look at this photograph taken by Lynn

Remember, the goal isn’t necessarily to tell me and others exactly what the picture is.

The creative goal for all of us is “what does the picture evoke in you; what emotion; feeling; memory or whatever it may be – what does it arouse in you and to share it that with others.

Our Week 37 picture is an old maritime home taken in the Town of Lunenburg, located along the south shore of Nova Scotia.


The little heart-shaped bouquet of pink roses tied to the wooden fence told him all that was needed.

He knocked on the front door and opened it boldly, walking into the living room. She was there but not as he had hoped or imagined.

The body lay in a beautiful casket, which was draped with more pink roses. There was a serene look on her face.

A woman was sitting by her side. “Are you Sid?” She asked. He could only nod his head. She handed him a letter and said, ” I’ll give you privacy to say your farewell. I knew how much she loved you”

Sid couldn’t bring himself to open the letter, which he knew would contain an explanation. All he knew that he was supposed to come and meet her when he saw the pink bouquet tied to the fence. Her death was never a possibility that he had imagined.

He sat by the casket, head bowed in sorrow the letter still unopened in his hand.