Happy January everyone! Hope you've been having a wonderful month. It's been super full here -- between Christmas and Epiphany festivities, garden planning, dental appointments, seasonal flu bug, book studies + playing catch up and going down some major research rabbit trails (long story, whew) -- anyway(!), yes, it's been a full month.
But I didn't want to miss our first Inklings of the year, so here we are. ;) I'll leave entries open till mid-February, so feel free to jump in anytime in the next couple weeks. 💜
Rules:
1. At any time during the month, on your own blog post a scene from a book or film that matches the prompt, including a link back here in your post.
2. Make sure to come back and leave a link to your entry in the box on this post. That's it!
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January's prompt is:
A scene at sunrise
We finished On the Banks of Plum Creek this month and I just loved the following scene:
"In the mornings they ran through the dewy chill grass that wet their feet and dabbled the hems of their dresses. They liked to splash their bare feet through the grass all strung with dewdrops. They liked to watch the sun rise over the edge of the world.
First everything was grey and still. The sky was grey, the grass was grey with dew, the light was grey and the wind held its breath.
Then sharp streaks of green came into the eastern sky. If there was a little cloud, it turned pink. Laura and Mary sat on the damp, cold rock, hugging their chilly legs. They rested their chins on their knees and watched, and in the grass below them Jack sat, watching, too. But they never could see when the sky first began to be pink.
The sky was very faintly pink, then it was pinker. The colour went higher up the sky. It grew brighter and deeper. It blazed like fire, and suddenly the little cloud was glittering gold. In the centre of the blazing color, on the flat edge of the earth, a tiny sliver of sun appeared. It was a short streak of white fire. Suddenly the whole sun bounded up, round and huge, far bigger than the ordinary sun and throbbing with so much light that its roundness almost burst.
Laura couldn't help blinking. While she blinked just once, the sky turned blue, the golden cloud vanished. The everyday sun shone over the prairie grasses where thousands of birds were flying and twittering."
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🌿 Can't wait to see what y'all come up with and have fun! 🌿
