A Country Girl's Writing

  Today I did a thing, I haven't done in a while.  I put myself first when the sun rose. I read a couple books, washed my hair,  Cleaned my room, and did my nails.  Today I face the world With a grateful, and happy outlook on life. Tomorrow might be different, and that is alright.  Today, I woke up and told the world,  That, "Today is my day!"   Written by Evelyn Creon

      Since Valentine's Day was yesterday, I am going to do something a little different. I have wedding photos I'd like to share with my readers.      A little backstory: I got married last August in one-hundred-degree weather. It was my dream wedding, everyone that came said, they felt welcome and enjoyed themselves. One of my amazing friends was my wedding coordinator so I didn't have to worry about a thing. I was able to completely unplug the entire day, had no sense of time whatsoever (my maid of Honor was amazing and stayed on top of the time.) The woman that made my cake and arranged all my flowers, made her first official wedding cake for my parents 21 years ago. Big thank you's to all of my relatives, they set up the entire wedding and made all the food.      I could not have asked for a more memorable wedding and moving away party ever. It was such a blessing to be able to have all the important people in my life there.  ...

"Do you ever dream?"  A little girl with a basket asked me one day.  "Once upon a time I think. Life doesn't have time  For such childish games, So I haven't dreamed in a while."  "I dream all the time,"  The girl announced,  "That I am on an adventure!  Whenever life tries to drag me down  I pretend I'm growing flowers."  "What type of flowers do you grow?"  The little girl smiled with joy.  "Flowers that spread love, peace,  Laughter, happiness, and thankfulness.  Flowers from alien planets,  Gems, and beautiful memories. The flowers I grow make people happy,  And you seem to need a couple." The girl pulled two flowers from her basket And put it in my grubby old hands.  My wrinkled old face smiled, As the girl skipped down the street.  "Oh, the joys of being young again." I whispered under my breath.  Written By Evelyn Creon

Rains of terror  A deadly planet sixty-three light-years away.  A pretty blue sphere that looks like earth, But death within it reigns.  A Jovian planet, no known life, And thirty-seven moons.  Over one-thousand degrees Fahrenheit  Day and night, too hot for me and you.  It orbits its K-type star  Every two point two days. While it rains molten glass  That is dangerously blown sideways.  To you who see this planet  Its beauty is supreme.  To you who land on it  A treacherous death it would mean. Written by Evelyn Creon