Blog Spot Interview

Looking for Lunch

Looking for Lunch

 

For those interested in my writing, I’m being interviewed today on the following site. Everyone is welcome to stop by and say Hi or leave a comment.

http://thewritewaycafeblogspot.com

I’m celebrating Tiponi-Child of Hope’s finalist  status in the Winter Rose Contest.

Wisteria-Mysterious Plant

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Wisteria

As a child, as soon as the weather warmed we spent most of our waking hours outside. We walked everywhere barefoot and carefree. A long dusty road wound through thick woods to Grandma’s. As we walked to her house to play, we passed myriads of cascading purple flowers.

When I asked what they were, my sister call it Mysteria.(She used to tell me all kinds of things, and I usually believed her.) It made sense really, for the beautiful flowers hung heavily on the limbs, giving them a droopy, mossy look. I pictured it climbing the walls of some old stone mansion, digging into the rock and shrouding the old place with mystery and secrets.

Today I know the real name, and I still think the plant looks mysterious. I have often tried to capture the lovely blooms with my camera. The photographs never give full justice to the magnificent vine. I finally got a few shots that are decent if not prize worthy.

Please enjoy, and use your imagination to dream up a story about this flower.

 

Happy Spring

Evelyn Timidaiski

 

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A Great Beginning

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My Novel Jungle Blooms won first place in the FRW Golden palm Contest in the Sing Title Category.  As my first novel, it feels like a child that has finally grown up and is ready to go out into the world. It is currently being read by an editor and I have my fingers crossed that it will be published.

I will now be concentrating on re-edits of my second book Tiponi-Child of Hope. Tiponi is the story of a Hopi Indian girl, born an albino, who is actually only half human.  She is spirit.  She will grow up to be White Buffalo Calf Women and help save the world from a terrible disaster.

Keep In touch.

All encouragement and comments are appreciated.

Evelyn

A Great Beginning

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My Novel Jungle Blooms won first place in the FRW Golden palm Contest in the Sing Title Category.  As my first novel, it feels like a child that has finally grown up and is ready to go out into the world. It is currently being read by an editor and I have my fingers crossed that it will be published.

I will now be concentrating on re-edits of my second book Tiponi-Child of Hope. Tiponi is the story of a Hopi Indian girl, born an albino, who is actually only half human.  She is spirit.  She will grow up to be White Buffalo Calf Women and help save the world from a terrible disaster.

Keep In touch.

All encouragement and comments are appreciated.

Evelyn

The Wayward Dock

 Most people look back on their year and prepare to make momentous changes. I look back on mine and see this image of an askew dock.  Notice the dock follows a very zig-zag path from one pole to the next. That’s the way the year has gone for me. No matter how hard I tried to chart a course, life happened. Things changed and I carried on. I believe that might be the secret to making it work.

I made it through the year, mostly healthy and problem free. I witnessed the happy union of my son and his lovely new bride, the death of some that were taken too early, and completed my second novel.

Tiponi: Child of Hope is the culmination of a year and a half of research and writing. I hope to find a publisher this year and have it in print.  It may take a while, but like the dock, I intend to make it as a writer.

I hope all of you and yours have a happy and safe New Year.

Evelyn

Fall Color-No Leaves

 Traveling down a country road, windows down and a cool breeze bringing thoughts of fall. A look up leads to confusion-the leaves are still green.  All is not lost, color abounds in the ditches and I pull over for a glimpse of nature’s other fall color.Blackeyed SusanBlack-eyed Susan with happy yellow faces catches the eye first. Swaying gently in the breeze, they bring back memories of childhood, when we would grab a fistful with our chubby little hands and gleefully present them to mom. The cheerful color never matched the brightness of her smile.

Bumble Bee & ageretum

The eye slowly moves to the perfect complement to the bright yellow. Purple/blue Ageratum grows profusely among the grasses and weeds and attracts a myriad of visitors like the fuzzy bumble bee. Drinking deeply it buzzes on, trying to get that one last taste of sweetness before it gets too cold.

Painted LadyFound among the branches, A Painted Lady Butterfly also gathers nectar as it zips from one bush to the next. Pausing just long enough to give you time to marvel at how well God paints. Her colors are so delicate, your fingers itch to touch, but you resist the urge.

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Movement quickly draws the eye to the brilliantly colored Goldenrod. The Common Buckeye Butterfly balances lightly on the tips before flitting to another. Along with a sip of nectar, it picks up pollen on its hair body and ferries it on spotted wings to the next plant. So much for love and sex in flowers.

Great Purple Hairstreak, Atlides halesusThe Great Purple Hairstreak, shares the feast while adding a touch of sophistication to the banquet table. It’s bright red markings and unusual tail are attention -getters for photographers, if you are lucky enough to see them.

Evelyn Re submit of #24

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A flash of orange among the purple flowers, heralds the Gulf Fritillary Butterfly. The beautiful back is nothing compared to its underside which bears a multitude of white spots.

The Last Breath of Summer

Isle of Palms

Isle of Palms

The Last Breath of Summer

  The sun still shines on the heated sand as waves wash away foot prints left by morning explorers.

               But—there’s a subtle difference. The heat once so intense is now tempered by a cooling breeze.

Everyone rushes to grasp that one last swim or sail. The wind playfully teases the para-sails, bringing joyful exhilaration to die-hard enthusiasts.

               Sandpipers run chasing the waves, hoping to catch one more mouthful of the ocean’s repast. Flotsam and jetsam edge the tide line, hiding treasures for chubby handed searchers, buckets in hand.

Seashells roll in the surf only to be stranded on the wet sand, waiting for the next push or pull of the waves.

               As evening nears, everyone pauses to watch the red sun melt into the horizon. Cool air blows across the waves as the last breather of summer dies and autumn is born.

Evelyn