Featured Five Minute Friday:
Here’s the deal. Five Minute Friday. You go find the little prompt at the wonderful Lisa-Jo’s blog, set the time and write for five minutes, and then just stop. Where you are, no edits, just publish raw words.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
OK, are you ready? Please give us your best five minutes on the word:::
Trees. Strong and tall, steady and dependable. I grew up in North Central Texas. There weren’t many trees in that area. We had pecan, mulberry and a few others, but mostly we had mesquite and juniper bushes. My heart still warms at the sight of a pasture full of red dirt breaks and mesquite bushes. That’s home to me. My dad’s favorite tree was a Crepe Myrtle. His mother had planted it when he was a boy, It grew to be over 10 feet tall and in the summer would be covered with beautiful hot pink flowers. After Daddy had his stroke, he would sit in the back yard and look at that tree. Whenever we would come into the back yard with him, he would point at it and say “Good, good, good!”
My family tree is made up of lots of different branches much like the mesquite. Strong and protecting with broad limbs and those long thorns, the mesquite was vital to the survival of early settlers. My family provides the roots and the strength that I need to survive. My tree has also been grafted with beautiful crepe myrtle branches, the family of my heart. My heart family is precious and special and important. They have been there when I didn’t know I needed them. They love me often in spite of myself. And I love them as one can only love family. There aren’t many in my heart family and I treasure those that have taken hold in my life. So when I look at my family tree with its’ thorns and flowers, I say “Good, good, good!”