Post 1535. Sunday May 28
Yesterday I returned from a visit to Scotland where I stayed with my daughter and son in law in their beautiful stone cottage near Loch Lomond. The weather was exceptionally warm, but in order to employ this week’s words, I’ve pretended it was winter!
As I clambered up the slippery slope, sticks and stones snapped and crackled beneath my feet. Around me, grey granite glistened as sparkling water seeped from cracks and overlapping rocks and tumbled downward and into the watery blue mirror of the loch below. The season was cold, my breath white, but a blanket of contentment warmed me and eased my aching limbs. Heaven can wait. More pleasurable it surely cannot be.
The twelve given words at this week’s The Sunday Whirl are - snapped, crimped, limb, blue, breathe, season, cold, overlapping, seep, stones, crack and grass. I have used all but one.