When Tessa and her mother arrived at Lexi’s country home, they found her and Emma outside, sitting in the baby’s wading pool, sans clothing.
Lexi said, “Hi. I got some garden planted but then Emma woke up. When I brought her out here she kept crawling toward the pool. I was sweaty, so we both got in.”
Tessa smiled. “I can see that.”
Jenny was shocked. “I heard them talking about Gardening Naked Day on the radio this morning, but I didn’t think anyone would do it.”
Tessa responded. “Mom, should I bring up Woodstock stories.”
“That was different!”
Written in response to Charli Mills May 20, 2021, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about naked gardening. Is it the veggies or the gardener who is naked? Go where the prompt leads!
05/26/2021 at 03:03
Well done, Susan. It is always different when it’s a parental memory.
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05/26/2021 at 22:43
Oh, when we forget we were young, the younger generation steps in to remind us!
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05/26/2021 at 23:06
Ha. Classic. Nice kicker on this one. Seems like the only person that missed Woodstock in those days was Bob Dylan.
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05/29/2021 at 11:27
I vote for some Woodstock stories!
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