Uncategorized – One day at a time…

Day 30 of #Bloganuary; me as a tree.

Day 26 of #Bloganuary; love thyself.

This has been a long time coming. Ever since I started blogging in 2017 (WHAAAT?!), I have been wondering how best to promote old content. When I discover a new blog, I used to go through some of their old posts to get the idea of what their posts were about. There were only so... Continue Reading →

This is the 5th annual block party at Goldie's! Come in and catchup with some of your favorite bloggers as well as discover new buddies.

Many are calling for the boycott of the 2022 Winter Olympics, but is that a good idea?

#25DaysofChristmas Join me on Twitter for 25 of consecutive fun!

The winner of the 2020 Rodeo is announced!

Write 99 words and enter it to win $25 and bragging rights!

October is Rodeo month at Carrot Ranch.
If you are not familiar, I suggest you head on over to Charli’s site and find out more. If you are a veteran – what are you waiting for? Make your way to the Carrot Ranch for more details on this year’s trials.

Starting October 6th, every Tuesday, a different person will post a Western related prompt for your 99-words (or syllables) flash fiction (or poem).

Yours truly will host a challenge on October 27th. You will have a week to submit your entries. Judging will be done by a third party to avoid bias. One winner will be chosen and awarded $25.

Keep your eyes peeled for my contest, but head on over to the Carrot Ranch to keep busy in the meantime with other prompts. (You can enter all four contests to maximize your chance for winning. Each contest will have a $25 reward for the winner.)

Yeehaw!

Stay golden,

Goldie.

Carrot Ranch Literary Community

The first full moon of the month rises — the Harvest Moon. Yet my garden joyfully continues to bloom with French marigolds, zinnias, snapdragons, and a fall profusion of nasturtium. My tea rose put out one more scarlet red bloom, and my delphinium surprised me with a third unfolding of purple flowers! My sweet william gave a half-hearted go at it, too, and my peony bushes turned russet like the maple trees. Two lemon queens out of nine yet stand, dropping their heads downward. I can’t seem to eat enough rosemary, picking its freshness in the crisp air daily.

If this is the Harvest Moon, then time to dig the last of the carrots, potatoes and claim my squash.

Further up Quincy Hill from Roberts Street, the copper-bearing ridge that forms the spine of the Keweenaw Peninsula has experienced harder frosts. At the kids’ homestead, they harvested 250 pounds or…

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