She thinks I love the garden...(A Drabble)

   She is probably in the rose garden.  I wish I was with her there.
   In the garden, everywhere I love I see my love.  The yellow roses that remind me of the simple yellow dress she wore the first time we meet.  The pale cream rose that perfectly matches her soft skin.  The pinks that remind me of the color that brushes her sweet checks. 
   And the red ... Ah the red that one is the shade of her soft lips.  That is what I miss the most.
   She thinks I love the roses ...But it's the gardener that I love. 

                             At the Front  by George Cochran Lambdin.


©2010 Pamela Jo



   This drabble is based on a painting by the American artist George C. Lambdin (1830-1896).  It is the second in a series of stories.  I hope you enjoy it.
   A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

He always loved the rose garden. (A Drabbel)

   He always loved the rose garden.  I feel so close to him here.
   I hope he is taking care of himself and will soon be home.  His last letter was full of the things he was keeping from me.  I could tell by the tone.  He doesn't want to burden me with the horrible details.
   War is so awful.  It is tearing apart our country and our families.  I pray everyday for it to end and his return.  I don't know what I would do without him.
    Oh, now look how I have crushed the rose, it is his favorite.

                             Rosy Reverie by George Cochran Lambdin

©2010 Pamela Jo


   This drabbel is based on a Painting by the american painter George C. Lambdin (1830-1896).  I hope you enjoy it.
    A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.

My First Drabble...

   Rayna from Coffee Rings Everywhere, dared everyone to write a drabble based on her picture.  I decided ever though I have never attempted a drabble I would try it.  I had so much fun writting it I think I will write more.
   A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words, no more no less.  Try it you might get hooked.

Here is my drabble....



I live in a temple, as it should be.  My ancestors have been worshiped since the beginning of time.

I have been adored and pampered by kings and rulers through out the world.  I have had my own servants and cooks.   I decide who I will favor with my attention.  Who will be allowed to wait on me.

I chose when, where and what I will eat.  I have crowds coming daily to see me. They call for my attention.  People of all ages try to  entertain me.

 I am cat.  I live in a temple, as it should be.

                                     This photo is by Rayna M Iyer
                                      of Coffee Rings Everywhere


 ©2010 Pamela Jo