So I was thinking of blogging, and realised I didn’t have the memory card with me to prompt me to remember what happened over my holiday vacation. There was more there than barbeque and walnuts and helping at the church dinner, after all. Then I thought
100 words !
Quick and easy !
What’s in the bucket ?
Mmm, nothing that grabs me. How about bucket, itself ?
A bright shining galvanized item, or cracked plastic home from the beach ?
Toss old rags in. A collection of odd bolts. Bird feed to scatter. Upend it on your head.