Using 100 words or less and the prompt: “The early November sunshine cast golden rays…” from week twenty-eight of Saturday Centus, I was inspired to write the following:
The early November sunshine cast golden rays on the Bishop homestead. Ma Bishop stood in the backyard surrounded by three vehicles in various states of disrepair, a rusted old tractor-still standing where it breathed it’s last, a pile of discarded tires, some weathered lawn furniture, salvaged building materials, two bathtubs, and a kitchen sink.
But all Ma saw was the red and yellow falling maple leaves, the deep reds dancing on the dogwood, and the orange and the yellow adorned sugar maples. Ma had long ago stopped seeing the ugliness that defined her life, focusing instead on the beauty that declared the Glory of God.