Like a comforting blanket,
When he found remnants of the Lilies of the Valley,
Still growing wild by the house.
The man discovered the hidden, inner child.
I wrote this response to Trifextra Challenge. Upon reading the beautifully written words, I chose to call upon a treasured childhood memory of my Father. We had a wild patch of Lilies of the Valley growing on the side of the house, and in a location that I could view from my bedroom window. More importantly though, I recall the many times my Father would share with me, his delight in the resurgence each year of the incredibly beautiful and indescribably fragrant tiny blossoms. I never fail to think of him when I inhale that scent. Hence, my offering this week.
The Challenge: This weekend we are playing another type of word game with you. Below are photos from the 33rd page of one of our very favorite books, Elizabeth Strout’s Olive Kitteridge. What we want you to do is to scour the page (click to enlarge), choose 33 words, and reshape those words into a piece of your own. Your piece does not have to tell an entire story. We just want to see what you can do with this particular word bank. Punctuation is up to you. Use whatever you need, whether or not it appears in the photos.