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Prompter Prompts

PROMPT March 25th

I need your help to fill the Challenge War Chest! In your entry today, write at least three prompts you’d like to see used in future rounds of the 30DBC. Then, choose one of your own (or one from someone else if you aren’t the first to post) to write your entry on.

         

         Prompter prompts? Hmmm.... How about:

         1. What is Spring like in your neck of the woods? Does it exist?

         2.If you were a giant, what things would/could you do?

         3.What resonates as your best/favourite vacation?

         

         

         Okay, the self-initiated prompt I pull out of my itchy toque is the one about Spring. People report on the news that this elusive season has appeared in some areas. I'm not certain that there is a Spring where I choose to reside. We definitely experience two seasons, winter and road construction. When it's not blizzarding the roads are demanding their beauty treatments; a little asphalt dabbed here and a guard rail replaced there. Orange is meant to be a warning colour indicating armed hunters roaming about, but it also marks road work sites. Usually, as soon as the snow melts, stretches of highway support gazillions of those pointy orange and white-striped cones that resemble the cat in the hat's hat. So far, the newly-hatched pot holes have not been closed. Those odd-looking cones must still be hibernating.

          I do espy 'snirt' when I'm out and about. That's the ugly blend of snow and dirt. I will admit the snow banks have shrunk and they don't seem as ominous. Yes, okay, a few patches of scrawny brown/green stuff that might be sun-starved grass are pushing aside their smothering blankets of white.

         I've yet to notice active roofers, or gardeners. The locals still wear toques. Some still swathe themselves in woolen scarves. The vehicles still travel around on snow tires. Shovels are still propped next to doorways.

         If it were to warm up a degree or two, the insects would take that as an invitation. If there is a Spring, it exists for a micro-second between winter and summer. For a brief moment, we're neither too hot, or too cold.