When is Enough Too Much?

You may recall late last year and back in January when I was writing about all of the rain we were getting in the San Francisco Bay Area. Much needed rain, I might add, given that we’ve been in an extreme drought in the area for a number of years. I had the nerve to complain about all the rain we were getting because it was an inconvenience, especially when it came to walking our dog in the pouring rain, which it did for about three weeks straight.

After that, we had a few days of dry weather before we got more rain. And more rain. And even more rain through much of February. March started out sunny and clear, though, and I was looking forward to some nice, dry weather. But today the rain returned, and it’s forecast to continue through Friday.

Hey, I’m thrilled that we can finally put this drought that has been plaguing the area behind us. But come on, when it comes to rain, seriously, when is enough too much?

Weekend Writing Prompt — The Serenade

I’m sitting on my rocker on my deck, enjoying the bright sunny day and the spring-like weather, when I heard the melodic song of bird.

I look around and see the bird perched on a thin, bare branch atop a tree.

I close my eyes and am at peace listening to the song of the bird on the treetop seemingly serenading only me.

(Exactly 63 words)

Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, “treetop” in exactly 63 words. Photo credit: Fandango.

SoCS — Animal Crackers

“What’s this?” she asked?

“It’s a lion!” he exclaimed in delight.

“And how does the lion go?” she asked.

“ROAR!” he shouted as loud as he could. He ate the lion. “Another!” he insisted.

She opened the box, reached inside, pulled out another cracker, and handed it to him. “What’s this?” she asked.

“A bear!” he said.

And how does the bear go?” she asked.

“GROWL!” he answered. He ate the bear. “Another!”

Dad stepped in and said, “Okay, Bubs, you’ve eaten enough wild animals for one day. It’s nap time.”

“One more!” he begged. Dad looked at Grandma and nodded.

Grandma opened the box, reached inside, and pulled out another cracker. She handed it to Teddy and asked, “What’s this?”

“A tiger,” he said.

And how does the tiger go?” she asked.

“GRRRR!” he answered. “Another!”

Teddy’s dad scooped him up. Time for a nap, Bubs,” he said. “Grandma will still be here when you wake up from your nap.”

Grandma leaned over and kissed Teddy on the cheek. “Night, night, Sweetie. Maybe next time we’ll pick an elephant!”

Teddy put his arm up by his nose, threw his head back, and made a trumpet-like sound. Grandma smiled. Teddy reached over and hugged his grandmother. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too, my big boy.”

Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where the topic is “wild animal.”

FOWC with Fandango — Sheet


It’s March 4, 2023. Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “sheet.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.